Scrapbook

Oo, oo, ah, ah

I wanna find someone
To get into car crashes with
Again
Because we were kissing, kissing, kissing
Never once looking at the road in front of us

I want my skull to be on the pavement
Still (still)
Lying next (lying next)
To yours

Oo, oo, ah, ah

I love the smell of hot sand
Burning my feet
Worn from dancing and running
Towards where I wish you would be

Oo, oo, ah, ah

Every now and then
I take a look at the scrapbook you gave me
I look at you with a magnifying glass
I admire every inch

Oo, oo, ah, ah

Every time I'm in
The passenger seat (without you)
I remember your touch



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