Holy smokes, what did we just do? That was crazy, baby, breaking news I got chills running right, right through me What is this feeling? Is this the new me? Oh, my God, there's no going back I'm on the verge of a heart attack How could we have been so stupid? I don't know, it's kinda fun being ruthless Go ahead, lock me up, I'm done I'd rather that than hold my tongue Who am I to think I could run? What would my campaign be? Presidential slut Two days ago, I was in his jacket Now I've burned my whole life with matches Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? I threw away every ounce of the love What the hell are you talking about? You're acting like we're six feet down Who said boys are the king of jackets? Those tasteless dogs don't dictate fashion No more teenage tears Over ugly outerwear It's gonna be different this year La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la There's no going back, but who would wanna? Sure, we're outcast, but that's the new kind of cool Whoo, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh New and improved We don't need a letterman or a leather Powerless apart but strong together, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh Yeah, and that's the truth No more teenage fears It's gonna be different this year La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Four of us together We should start a new gang We'll rule the school Doing like a big bang, boom Whoo, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh New and improved Back each other up, build a little clout Show the new fitting in is standing out Whoo, ooh, ooh Whoo, ooh, ooh Yeah, and that's the truth No more teenage fears (ahh, ahh, ahh) We're the new top tier (ahh, ahh, ahh) Look out, we are here It's gonna be different this yearTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
