that you're in love with him 'Cause I saw you dancing in the gym You both kicked off your shoes Man, I dig those rhythm and blues I was a lonely teenage
teenage dreams of rapping, writing rhymes on napkins Was really visualization, making this shit actually happen It's like something come through me that truly just consume me Speaking through the voices
just my teenage dream with a face like an angel and when she walked on by and looked at me I couldn't say anything in my dreams I think of her and my
In the beginning there was no light No teenage heaven or hell No songs or voices came from across the outlands Where oceans are ment to be, where oceans
teenage dream Who got in a fight at the bell? Where did the home team go, oh? High up the stairs, take a right, it's a teenage dream Who got in a fight
these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you" Maybe for you, now But not as shaky as I must have seemed Talkin' junk through her giggle, little teenage dream
And my heart would break the cold To give my thoughts some sense The turn is close, new century Still people think they're kings Now you've got your voice
'm hard to count on Forget half what I'm told You probably only know my voice From a goddamn microphone The fool in me It's like a dream, you see But
know there's lots to learn But that's not your fault, that's just your turn Teenagers, kick our butts Tell us what the future will bring Teenagers, look
by She was raised in a small midwestern town By a charming and eccentric loving father She was praised as the perfect teenage girl And everyone
myself on was a pair of wings to escape to my worthless dreams the self assertion I prided myself on called 'RIOT' there was no freedom, nothing beyond this light. Teenage
hear the words cos the music's too loud Political voices Distortionate noises The products of our teenage dreams Is this what entertainment means? The piercing sound of teenage
sexy teenager. Well, I am...I am thirty-six. Where is a beautiful busty bomb? I only want all the girls I know. Dull pretty blue eyes, a sweet sugar voice
Five below, watch the headlights rush by Monday morning, tired voices, cloudy sky Dreams of sun lit hazy days Silver screen, won't you please take me
Nuclear waste, a can of mace A mind is a terrible thing to waste Virtual living, video sex A voice keeps saying, "this is only a test" (only a test) Online
, Maybe these ruby shoes are a little cumbersome for you maybe for you.. now.. But not as shaky as I must have seemed, talkin' junk to forgive a little teenage dream
me I know I'm hard to count on Forget half what I'm told You probably only know my voice from A goddam microphone It's a waste A teenage taste of me
