Clicking It

 

 

I’m carrying a torch for you
I’ll carry your suit case too, if you like
Walking through the town with you
We’re looking cool
We’re standing on chairs
to get a better view

We can scratch our heads
and look confused
When people stare at us,
we can make a fuss

Let’s go to the show tonight
Let’s stand in the street and shout anything
anything we feel is true, we’ll follow through
Music makes me uptight,
You’ve got me wound up tight

We can scratch our heads…

All the boys are clicking it
All the girls are brightly lit
All the punks are chickenshit
conforming to
what they’re told is the punk thing to do

I feel good when I clicking with you
I feel good when I clicking with you
I feel good when I clicking with you
I feel good when I clicking with you