Letras
La-la-la, la-la-la, ooh, ooh
La-la-la, la-la-la, ooh, ooh
La-la-la, la-la-la, ooh, ooh
La-la-la, la-la-la
Yeah, pull the top down, kick it back 60 degrees
You feel life, feel life, feel life
Don't keep worrying about the pop charts, baby
Climb them if you wish
You could slide up with James Dean
Or just step back and tap your feet
Clipped out your magazine
Picture of a beauty queen
Don't pull the trigger like Claudine
You know love can hide a scandalous scene, yeah
And now it's tugging at your strings
Making you sing, but it can't get you
Through the booth and to the screen
Singing, ooh, me and Juliet's son
Happy dagger through the heart
Maybe you're not that, maybe you're not that dumb
Ooh, ooh, la-la-la, la-la-la
Ooh, ooh, la-la-la, la-la-la
Playing house, and you're falling off the couch
This machine is gonna turn us into something dark
And it keeps coming back
Oh, the regrets don't come back
Ooh, me and Juliet's son
I'd suggest in you
In a newly bought vintage suit
But they can't reach you
When you're five foot two and so untrue
Ooh, me and Juliet's son
2051, I'll still be playing them drums
Climbing up the rungs
With a million dollar song
If only she'd stood by me
Maybe you won't die, maybe you won't die young
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
Maybe you won't die young (ooh, ooh)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
Maybe you won't die young (ooh, ooh)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)
Maybe you won't die young (ooh, ooh)
(La-la-la, la-la-la)