born superstars She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on In the glass of her boudoir "There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are" She said, "Cause he made you perfect, babe
all born superstars She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on In the glass of her boudoir There's nothing wrong with loving who you are She said, 'cause he made you perfect babe
part I don't miss a beat of your animal heart And when you push from behind I know I can Cover a mountain with the palm of my hand And oh babe, you
Kay Swift) I took each word she said as gospel truth The way a silly little child would. I can't excuse it on the grounds of youth, I was no babe in
all born superstars She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on In the glass of her boudoir There's nothin' wrong with lovin' who you are She said, 'cause He made you perfect, babe
gorgeous Now you're, you're covered in loser dust And all the things I used to trust And all the things I'm about to crush Your youth is gone, it's
Since we fell apart I've been nothing but blue Longing for a nighttime to bring back my youth Every night in motion together apart Apart from the moments
put my lipstick on In the glass of her boudoir "there's nothin wrong with lovin who you are"She said, "'cause he made you perfect, babe" "so hold your
In the days of my youth, I was told what it means to be a man Now I've reached that age, I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter
In the days of my youth I was told what it means to be a man, Now I've reached the age I've tried to do all those things the best I can. No matter how
go real good with wine Chorus Wake up kid, it's half past your youth Ain't nothin' really changes but the date You a grand slammer, but you no Babe
The wall is high, the black barn, The babe in my arms in her swaddling clothes And I know soon that the sky will split And the planets will shift, Balls
They call us babes in arms But we are babes in armour. They laugh at babes in arms But we'll be laughing far more. On city street and farms They'll hear
clutch pon chair And dem police and soldiers here and there And all de guns whey dem ah carry de babe we bad
liberty And I'm tellin' you to take it too 'Cause it's right there in front of you Hey, desperate youth! Oh, blood thirsty babes! Oh your guns are pointed
, the gift that we bring Serenade, youth runs wild with the beat in their hearts Dance a wild dance, be torn apart From the mouths of babes and fools
insane Try as I can but (?) I can?t keep away No no no, not for one day Red lights - no questions Streetlights ? youth's desire(?) Red lights - burning