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I wanna be in love like an old soul songI wanna feel like the second verse of ?Let's Get It On?With scraped up knees, and a fresh black eyeYou stumbled and passed out into my lifeAnd it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragicA little more magic, a little less wrongI can't live this wayLike a tired and clichéd country songIt's a terrible circumstanceThat the x's on the back of your handsKeep me awake at nightLydia, you're much too youngTo have your teeth on the tip of my tongueIf your lips were just a little bit older...Well, in my defense, I've got a planThat doesn't involve a witness standBut at my best, I'm still just a messThey're little trainwreck hearts, let 'em restAnd it could be sweet if it wasn't so tragicA little more magic, a little less wrongI can't live this waySongtexteLike a tired and clichéd country songIt's a terrible circumstanceThat the x's on the back of your handsHelp me sleep at nightLydia, you're much too youngTo have your teeth on the tip of my tongueIf just your lips were just a little bit older...Lydia, you're much too youngTo have your teeth on the tip of my tongueIf just your lips were just a little bit older...And, Lydia, you're much too youngTo have your teeth on the tip of my tongueBut now we'll let this fire smolderAnd, Lydia, you're much too youngTo have your teeth on the tip of my tongueIf only your lips were just a little bit older... Aus Songtexte Mania