We were teenagers the first time we met You were so famous I couldn't resist I was your girl then, that's what you said When you kissed me, kissed me,
We were teenagers the first time we met You were so famous, i couldn't resist I was your girl then, that's what you said When you kissed me, kissed me
teenage love while Stuck at your part time job Lean on the countertop And think of her Moody suburban teenage love that Hits you with every song Sleep
I lose my confusion Your love is the place where I come from When I'm on my own I'm lost in space My freedoms a delusion Your love is the place where
teenager in love Why must I be a teenager in love Each night I ask the stars up above Why must I be a teenager in love Why must I be a teenager in love
don't want To say goodbyeNothin really matters I don't really care What nobody tell me I'm gonna be here It's a matter of extreme importance My first teenage love affairI love
hey she ain't the first She ain't the first I was a teenage bonehead - Yes it's true I was a teenage bonehead - A-wah-ooh-ooh I was a teenage bonehead
finally gone he tells me "you were dead all along" he was wrong, he hadnt lived a day the way you lived your final days a teenager in love with christ
face I lose my confusion Your Love Is The Place Where I Come From When I'm on my own I'm lost in space My freedoms a delusion Your Love Is The Place Where
it in your head Baby, Hollywood is dead You can find it in yourself Keep on loving what is true And the world will come to you You can find it in yourself Love
surgeon Cleaner than some brand new detergent Ya heard me? And I make ya bitch get on the plane with that Fergie Tell 'em get on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy) [Shanell] I love
I'm healthy and I could fuck That teenage pussy y'all don't want to zip it up And no statuatories havin' in here so catch a cut Ohh how I love it when
crucial filament is all but spent; Soon it will be dark in my basement. My heart is waxing the slick floor again, Hoping I will slip and fall in love
die before they born, They'll be mothers, and lovers who inspire and make songs, (But me, my skin is brown and my manner is tough,) (Like the love I give
watching your first son put his sentences together Yo, it kinda make me think of way back when I was the portrait of the artist as a young man All them teenage
Some survive, others never rise from the ashes Watching asphalt and observing the Sabbath Creates an ecstatic and there you have it From teenage love
