My jeans they’ve got some tears
Mom says to be more careful
Those jeans were not prepared
We fell and scraped out elbows
Sports teams, dad wished I cared
I picked flowers and counted petals
Four leaves, think you could share?
Some luck would be so helpful
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Let’s mutilate our brains
Spend nights getting a fixin’
Sex scenes and video games
I don’t really know that position
Grands don’t improve migraines
But love comes without conditions
My crush recalled my name
Believe that someone listens
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
Candles get blown away
The appetite’s expanding
It’s still no piece of cake
Times not so good in standing
Hold you and kiss your face
I will not let you worry
Now all those bills are paid
Don’t grow up in a hurry
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