Please don’t be shy,
I’m not a tough guy,
Electric, that’s how I feel,
Around you I go so crazy,
I love you, I don’t mean maybe,
Noxema white with skin just like Barbie,
You’ve got my heart,
Let’s take a photograph,
Feel just like Jimmi Hendrix on butane,

At the arcade I saw you playing Miss Pacman,
You had on a pink bikini and your shoulders were sunburned,
I threw down my quarters
And I looked into your big blue eyes,
We went down to the beach and I rolled out some reefer,
I felt like I was in a Duran Duran video,
And by the way you were acting I knew that I was gonna get with you,

The summer’s here and school is over,
Forget your fucked up parents and lets go,
I know a good place down in the valley,
We can get lost on all the back roads,
This chick named Brenda has a Jacuzzi,
Her mom and dad are in the Bahamas,
And we just scored some killer acid,

We can watch our heads explode just like a car crash,
Go down to the basement and pretend we’re dead,
Sitting in the black light you look just like an angel,
And I don’t give a fuck what the fuck they say about us,
Drive to the supermarket and make out in the parking lot,
You don’t have to be home until 11:30


Lyrics submitted by Jennex

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