It goes like this…
I feel so high school everytime I look at you…
I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you
And in a blink of a crinklin’ eye I’m sinkin’, our fingers entwined…
It goes like this…
I feel so high school everytime I look at you…
I wanna find you in a crowd just to hide from you
And in a blink of a crinklin’ eye I’m sinkin’, our fingers entwined…