Backyard Boy

Five, six, seven, eight Dance with me in my backyard, boy Looking super fine in your corduroy Drive me 'round 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 Dancing on my own, I need a vacation I might blow off all my friends just to make a statement But damn, it feels nice with the sun in my eyes And I swear on my life that I'm not gonna cry 'Til I feel the fresh air, and I 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