This is the summer of burnt chris clones yeah this is the season of marriage for love you like me i like your boots i'm going to steal your point of view you dance all night you look so wild do you like pixies don't you guy? healing my mind living my life i'm going to steal your days and nights barbie boops pop-up books bee-bee looks (that's the way i like it) sparkling news glooming mood friday groove (that's the way) this is the winter of bad taste fans yeah this is the season of yellow girl fun no more friends to get drunk with no more parties and whistles for me you don't have to look in everybody's eyes sometimes it's wise to be a little shy some looks may go right to your brain some looks may go and you'll never be the same (so say it twice:)
you have to be different you have to make a scene you are the newcomers you come from a new planet
