Young Boys
I spend all my money
On a big ol' fancy car
For these bright eyed honeys
Oh yeah, you know who you are.
Keep me up 'til the sun is high,
'til the birds start calling my name,
I'm addicted and I don't know why,
Guess I've always been this way.
All these roads steer me wrong
But I still drive them all night long,
All night long.
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me.
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me,
The death of me.
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do.
Yeah, you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you,
Come back to you.
You, you.
I get lost under these lights,
I get lost in the words I say.
Starts believing my own lies
Like everything will be okay.
Oh, I still dream of simple life,
Boy meets girl, makes her his wife
But love don't exist when you live like this
That much I know, yes, I know.
All these roads steer me wrong
But I still drive them all night long,
All night long.
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me.
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me,
The death of me.
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do.
Yeah, you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you,
Come back to you.
You, you.
You, you, you.
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me.
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me,
The death of me.
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do.
All you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you,
Come back to you.
On a big ol' fancy car
For these bright eyed honeys
Oh yeah, you know who you are.
Keep me up 'til the sun is high,
'til the birds start calling my name,
I'm addicted and I don't know why,
Guess I've always been this way.
All these roads steer me wrong
But I still drive them all night long,
All night long.
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me.
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me,
The death of me.
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do.
Yeah, you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you,
Come back to you.
You, you.
I get lost under these lights,
I get lost in the words I say.
Starts believing my own lies
Like everything will be okay.
Oh, I still dream of simple life,
Boy meets girl, makes her his wife
But love don't exist when you live like this
That much I know, yes, I know.
All these roads steer me wrong
But I still drive them all night long,
All night long.
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me.
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me,
The death of me.
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do.
Yeah, you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you,
Come back to you.
You, you.
You, you, you.
All you young wild girls
You make a mess of me.
Yeah, you young wild girls
You'll be the death of me,
The death of me.
All you young wild girls
No matter what you do.
All you young wild girls
I'll always come back to you,
Come back to you.
Credits
Writer(s): Calum Hood, Alexandra Tamposi, Luke Hemmings, Louis Bell, Andrew Wotman, Ashton Irwin
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