Pcp

Mmm, mmm Burn red, burn fast Burnout, thing of the past Past the times, they did not last Tears on the dance floor In the back of a club This feels like PCP This feels like love, like love This feels like angel dust This feels like something else What did you do last night? I heard you two were out right By the bar while I was sitting up all night While you were on a date While you were getting drinks Do you ever wonder what our mothers would think? What am I supposed to say? It's a small town Who am I allowed to talk to when you're not around? It's not like it's that bitch from Cherry who follows you around It doesn't make it better, but we weren't even together when it went down With you You With you You With you Ah-ah-ah Uh-uh-uh