Lyrics Style - Von Smith , Annie Goodchild , Scott Bradlee & Postmodern Jukebox

Midnight, you come and pick me up
No headlights
Long drive, could end in burning flames
Or paradise
Fade into view
It's been a while since I have even heard from you
(Heard from you)
And I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads, but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time
You got that James Dean, daydream look in your eyes
And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down
We come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style
You got that long hair slicked back
White T-shirt
And I got that good girl faith
And a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down
We come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style
So it goes, he can't keep those wild eyes
On the road
Takes me home, lights are off
He's taking off his coat
I say, "I heard that you've been out and about
With some other girl"
(Some other girl)
He says, "What you heard is true, but I
Can't stop thinking 'bout you"
And I, I say "I've been there too, a few times"
You got that James Dean, daydream look in your eyes
And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down
We come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style
You got that long hair slicked back
White T-shirt
And I got that good girl faith
And a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down
We come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style
Take me home, just take me home
Yeah, just take me home, oh
(Out of style)
You got that James Dean, daydream look in your eyes
And I got that red lip, classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down
We come back every time
'Cause we never go out of style
We never go out of style