It;s the old news shiver blues
like a log set on fire
it's that denial, girl, that you got in your bones
it's "welcome to vegas"
and you're loosing every game
it's your safety blanket
and the boy you only like
holding hand
soft, now, i sense a breeze
a whisper of change
a reminder of a emotion
and the boy you only like
because he brings you into
the sp3 dance