Lyrics : Jeremy Zucker/Claire Rosinkranz
Music : Jeremy Zucker/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
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
Till I feel the fresh air
And I feel your eyes stare
And I'm not gonna lie
I get a little bit scared
And 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