Is it still me that makes you sweat? Am I who you think about in bed? When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off her dress? Then think of what you did and how I hope to God she was worth it when the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch her skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck than any girl you'll ever meet, sweetie you had me. Boy, I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of, exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? You know it will always just be me.
So I guess we're back to us, oh, cameraman, swing the focus, in case I lost my train of thought, where was it that we last left off? Let's pick up, pick up.
Oh, now I do recall, we were just getting to the part where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick. I hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention. Now let's not get selfish, did you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?
Let's get these teen hearts beating. Faster, faster. So testosterone boys and harlequin girls, will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?
Let's get these teen hearts beating faster.
