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Crystalyne – Punks Don't Dance lyrics
First, you were a stranger
Then I met you at the rock show, Set it Off
Pulled me on the stage with your band, way to break the ice
All covered in tattoos, neck ties
Favorite band is Green Day, I like that
Yeah, we had the best night when we walked away
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
Damn, it was the strangest thing
I knew it right away, you had the same Vans on as me
Take your shot, is it on or not?
'Cause I'm feeling what we could be
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Sweet fever, come closer, game over
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Cut to two days later, hearts locked
Hanging in your basement, Xbox
Yeah, we had the best night when we walked away
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
Damn, it was the strangest thing
I knew it right away, you had the same Vans on as me
Take your shot, is it on or not?
'Cause I'm feeling what we could be
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Sweet fever, come closer, game over
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Yeah, every story ends
Yeah, I wonder you've been
Saw you at the drive-in, just friends
She looks like a Pop-Tart, toast that
Yeah, I know we moved on so I walked away
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
Yeah it was the strangest thing
Do you remember when you had the same Vans on as me?
Take your shot, is it on or not?
'Cause I'm feeling what we could be
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Sweet fever, come closer, game over
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
Then I met you at the rock show, Set it Off
Pulled me on the stage with your band, way to break the ice
All covered in tattoos, neck ties
Favorite band is Green Day, I like that
Yeah, we had the best night when we walked away
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
Damn, it was the strangest thing
I knew it right away, you had the same Vans on as me
Take your shot, is it on or not?
'Cause I'm feeling what we could be
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Sweet fever, come closer, game over
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Cut to two days later, hearts locked
Hanging in your basement, Xbox
Yeah, we had the best night when we walked away
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
Damn, it was the strangest thing
I knew it right away, you had the same Vans on as me
Take your shot, is it on or not?
'Cause I'm feeling what we could be
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Sweet fever, come closer, game over
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Yeah, every story ends
Yeah, I wonder you've been
Saw you at the drive-in, just friends
She looks like a Pop-Tart, toast that
Yeah, I know we moved on so I walked away
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
Yeah it was the strangest thing
Do you remember when you had the same Vans on as me?
Take your shot, is it on or not?
'Cause I'm feeling what we could be
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
Sweet fever, come closer, game over
Take my chance, I know punks don't dance
But I really think you like me
You were looking back to see if I was looking back
To see if you were looking back at me
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