Midnight falls on the snow-lit trees. And as I stand inside I know that I can't watch life through a window. My indecision is blocking the door. It's like a religion that I never ask for more.
I know you expected me to act just like a schoolgirl. Followed your rules just like a fool, wrapped up in your world. What's good for you, don't mean that's so good for me.
The street light. Through my window. Makes me feel secure. There's no one to distract me. I'm locking the door. You cannot barge into. My own little world.
Shoop-bop, shoop-bop. Shoop-bop, shoop-bop. . My mama told me she didn't like that rock and roll. I said, "Please, mama, please, mama. You just don't know I don't want.
I'm outta luck, outta love. Gotta photograph, picture of. Passion killer, you're too much. You're the only one I wanna touch. . I see your face every time I dream.