'Round the corner and down the hall You're the only one I see A little over five-feet tall Just under five till the next bell rings Sneak it though, and sneak a touch Do you think they saw? Can't keep my hands to myself, when you're in In that push-up bra
Too young for love Not old enough to buy some cigarettes But we got both, we got it all Smokey scenes and kissing necks This is it, we are gold, you are fire Don't wanna learn, I'm scared to burn Pray to God you're not a liar
Half-days and Fridays and any days Any days without school Means more days and more ways Of running around and fooling around with you And screw the rules, life is short Can't tell me how to live Don't wanna look like mom and dad anyways Yelling words and throwing fits
Too young for love Not old enough to buy some cigarettes But we got both, we got it all Smokey scenes and kissing necks This is it, we are gold, you are fire Don't wanna learn, I'm scared to burn Pray to God you're not a liar Too young for love Not old enough to buy some cigarettes But we got both, we got it all Smokey scenes and kissing necks This is it, we are gold, you are fire
Compositores: Charles Leslie Priest (Lany) (BMI), Jake Clifford Goss (Lany) (BMI), Paul Jason Klein (BMI)Editores: Dumb Stuff (BMI), Jake Goss Sports (BMI), Pocket Knives (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #17138285 em 21/Abr/2024