Lyrics: Imani Coppola/Hailey Knox/Peter Zizzo/Michael Mangini
Music: Imani Coppola/Hailey Knox/Peter Zizzo/Michael Mangini
Alright, we're hanging in your car
Pound another rockstar
Will we take it too far?
Oh yeah, feels kind of [?]
Turn up the [?]
Hang onto the roll bar
So close, close but no cigar
I can feel the spark
Inside I'm playing hopscotch
And flips flops
Heart is like a style watch
Going tick-tock
Am I just a knock-knock joke to you?
I've been jumping though flaming hoops
Shooting ladders and loopty loop
Oh, I'm feeling you
That's the stupid truth
I've been jumping though flaming hoops
Shooting ladders and loopty loop
Oh, I'm feeling you
That's the stupid truth
Backseat, driving in the dark
Show's about to start
Raiders of the lost ark
Oh yeah, we're gonna paint the park
We're a work of art like [?] or Mozart
So close, can we touch the stars?
Does he feel my heart?
Inside I'm playing hopscotch
And flips flops
Heart is like a style watch
Going tick-tock
Am I just a knock-knock joke to you?
I've been jumping though flaming hoops
Shooting ladders and loopty loop
Oh, I'm feeling you
That's the stupid truth
I've been jumping though flaming hoops
Shooting ladders and loopty loop
Oh, I'm feeling you
That's the stupid truth
Automatic, photostatic
[?], so dramatic
Automatic, photostatic
[?], so dramatic
Inside I'm playing hopscotch
And flips flops
Heart is like a style watch
Going tick-tock
Am I just a knock-knock joke to you?
I've been jumping though flaming hoops
Shooting ladders and loopty loop
Oh, I'm feeling you
That's the stupid truth
I've been jumping though flaming hoops
Shooting ladders and loopty loop
Oh, I'm feeling you
That's the stupid truth
Stupid truth, stupid truth