Stop marching 'cause you think you shot to number one
Counting days and skipping your stones into the sun
Overrated on the form it goes to where you turn
I'll be yours tonight,
Living the dream of a meteorite!Stop jumping 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeahShort stroking butterfly,
Better to go for broke.
What you're smoking Maryjane?
It doesn't make you choke.
Jumping the fence, riding the waves,
Can you take a joke?
I'll be yours today,
Living the dream with a capital K!
Stop jumping 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeahTell me now, tell you how,
Just show me where to sit.Make time for love and your happiness.
The mothers of invention are the best.
We all learn and struggle with some loneliness.
A tender mess for everyone I guess.
I guess.Half blinded,
I'm reminded how to find myself
Nickel and dime I think,
It's time to play some musical chairs.
Dirty laundry, what a wandering,
Ask her if she cares.
I'll be yours and more,
Better than ever like never before!
Stop jumping 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A.
Make time for love and your happiness.
The mothers of invention are the best.
We all know and struggle with some loneliness.
A tender mess for everyone I guess.
I guess.Sweet talking, there's a marker,
To your part of town.
Never again,
We're trying to see your love supremed and bound.
Is it ever meant to be,
And is it so profound?
Is it you and me play it to one make history.
A history.
Said yeah,
Oh yeah.
Said yeah,
Oh yeah.
Said oh yeah,
Oh yeah!
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