This youth is like fire, and my senses like hay The truth is they conspire, those friends to take you away Your eyes how they shine, but your eyes they too reflect Your eyes may be divine but your eyes they are suspect This pa**ion too big for its frame, this closeness not enough This world, too small for this shame and this tenderness is so rough A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving