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