With all the boys I've met
I need to find one who let's it
All go with me.
So here you are, cement all over me
Blow it all off we can rock it hard and
Roll with the beats letting all our colors
Glow in these fifties.
You can call me Monroe and you can be a John doe
We can be a signature, I just need your
Hand and your clock so we can time this right.
Let's keep it tight like rubber bands, and if we split up
I hope our songs still play on the radio
Actively, we blew up quite fast
Though we take it slow, only a few
Know how it goes.
You are not a faux foe
You show generosity that sparks
My curiosity that I hope doesn't kill me like
Cats at a dead end.
Just keep mending my head, you're so pretty
The way you led me in this movie scene
I'm locked in your clock, cemented you are no
Fiend or demon, but a man
I can let it all go with.