There was this boy who came to town. Was cooler than the boys in all my crazy dreams. All the problems I thought I had all but disappeared. And he would always, always think of me first.
Fed up with your indigestion. Swallow words one by one. Folks got high at a quarter to five. Don't you feel you're growing up undone. . Nothing but the local DJ.
You say where gonna leave this| 100 miles an hour| You couldv'e we couldjust stay| But I don't know how. You say where gonna jump ship| 100 times a day| I only got some for your|And I will run our way.