I was a darling boy And she was a flailing girl We looked for roses in the sand She got an accent for Christmas through the mail She wears it low on her tongue Where has she gone I got a photograph of her kissing on my laugh It makes me smile like a fire She was in love with me but I was a radio I was getting signals from the power But thats how teenagers Thats why teenagers go Yea where has she gone She threw her cruelty at liberty Its already filled with holes Her face would change As a map came into range Shell fly off on a flower And thats why teenagers Thats how teenagers Thats why teenagers go Yeah where has she gone