We're not gonna grace the cover of Elle
It's the thoughts in our minds that make us
Sexy as hell-Oh come on
In the spring time of our lonely life
I must try to open my eyes
Whisper in disguise
Cause we've got lots of petty fears
Like "What am I doing here?" and "Where will I be tomorrow?"
We're young and s**y
In our summer breeze
We're young and s**y
Young and s**y
In the twilight
There is d**h on our little heads
When I try to forge ahead
I find my feet won't tread
We're soft in our heads
We're soft in our dreams
We're lost in our ways and we're lost in our jeans (genes?) Oh come on
Young and s**y
We're young and s**y
In our summer breeze
What a glorious breeze
What a glorious breeze
We're young and s**y
In our summer breeze
We're young and s**y
We're young and s**y
We're young and s**y
We're young and s**y