Maybe we could boogie to some oldies?

Sip OJ in some olde e

'cause I missed out on too many good mornings

Too much sleep, with cold feet

I just wanna tap gloves with the old me

Make him proud of my run in with the police

I don't need a set of arms to come and hold me

Just a pretty face to ride my bicycle towards

Hey, hey

Don't fuck with my heart

That's what she said to me

Staring in the bathroom mirror

Lookin' like I can't remember where I've been for days

Loud enough for the neighborhood to hear her

When she loves me, when she don't fall asleep

Hey

I'm gone in the morning

Body still in bed, but I'm out exploring

A million different ways to cure this case of boring

You can't relate to this, so what's the point

Hey, hey

Don't fuck with my heart

Hey, hey

Don't fuck with my heart