French-kissing with morning breath, grapefruit and cigarettes
Ooo ooo, there’s nothing we got to do.
Play me the new song that you learned, pass it over and I’ll take a turn.
Ooh ooh, there’s no place we got to go.
We quit our jobs, and the money’s gone, and we’re starting over.
To make it better.
Brand new days.
We’ll turn some fun into a living, get our way instead of give in
Ooo ooo, there’s nothing we got to do
Sing out the window and I’ll hit record, we’ll build a ship we can climb aboard
Ooh ooh, there’s no place we got to go.
We’re in love, and we’re still young, and we’re starting over.
To make it better.
Brand new days.