paroles de chanson Backyard Boy (Stripped) - Claire Rosinkranz

Five, six, seven, eight

Dance with me in my backyard, boy
Looking super fine in your corduroy
Drive me around the block, we can go in a loop
And we'll turn the volume up on some good boy-band tunes

Love to feel the fresh air
I can feel your eyes stare
And I'm not gonna lie
I get a little bit scared

My heart is on wings
I'm living in dreams
And at the top of our lungs, we sing

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Everything is perfect
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
All our words were worth it
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Dancing around like a clown at the circus
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Backyard boy, you make me nervous

Dance with me in my backyard, boy
Looking super fine in your corduroy
Roll the windows down, let the bass drop low
When everybody's talking but I don't want to know

Feel the fresh air
I can feel your eyes stare
And I'm not gonna lie
I get a little bit scared

My heart is on wings
I'm living in dreams
And at the top of our lungs, we sing

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Everything is perfect
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
All our words were worth it
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Dancing around like a clown at the circus
Da-da-da-da, da-da-da, da-da-da-da-da
Backyard boy, you make me nervous