Stop marching cause you think you shot to number one
Counting days and skipping your stones into the sun
Overrated on the form it goes to where you turn
I'll be yours tonight
Living the dream of a meteorite!
Stop jumping cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeah
Short stroking butterfly
Better to go for broke
What you're smoking? Mary Jane?
And does it make you choke
Jumping the fence, riding the rail
Can you take a joke?
I'll be yours today
Living the dream with a capital K!
Stop jumping cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeah
Tell me now, tell you how
Just show me where to send
Make time for love and your happiness
The mothers of invention are the best
We all learn and struggle with some loneliness
A tender mess for everyone I guess
I guess
Half blinded
I'm reminded how to climb the stairs
Nickel and dime I think
It's time to play some musical chairs
Dirty laundry, what a wandering
Ask her if she cares
I'll be yours and more
Better than ever like never before!
Stop jumping cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeah
Make time for love and your happiness
The mothers of invention are the best
We all know and struggle with some loneliness
A tender mess for everyone I guess
I guess
Sweet talking, there is a marker
To your part of town
Never again
We're trying to see your love supremed and bound
Is it ever meant to be
And is it so profound?
Is it you and me play it to one make history
A history
Said yeah
Oh yeah
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