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