Young In Paradise

She's gonna hit the scene With a new aesthetic She used to dig the band but They went electric Autobiographical accounts of closing never Never She ran into you twice but you swear you never met her She's got it all At the tip of her little finger She's got hip hop No need to see a rock and roll singer You talk too much I swear we're gonna miss it And why we even at the movies we're kissing What happened to pastimes Like playing baseball We haven't spoke in some time And that's fine with me Take me back to stealing from the corner store Being young in paradise oh Take me back to feeling like there's something more Being young in paradise Make you wanna stop Make you wanna quit Keep on dancing baby Till you forget it a little bit