What a Rush

                                  I wish I hadn't taken off all my clothes

Now I need them, where did they go

Paris, please, lock up your daughters

His rebellious henchman is giving the orders



I can't believe those things we did

Especially now I'm sober...ish

Parents, please, lock up your daughters

His rebellious henchman is giving the orders



I'm trying to leave without waking you

But I can't leave without my socks

Parents, please, lock up your daughters

His rebellious henchman is giving the orders



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head



Last night this was a great idea

But now we're both stuck here

Parents, please, lock up your daughters

His rebellious henchman is giving the orders



Under the covers, both naked

I hate to see an opportunity wasted

Parents, please, lock up your daughters

His rebellious henchman is giving the orders



"Should we be doing this? You've got a girlfriend"

"I don't know so let's try again"

Parents, please, lock up your daughters

His rebellious henchman is giving the orders



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head



You were seen kissing

There's a scene missing

There's a scene missing

We were seen kissing

There's a scene missing

We were seen kissing

There's a scene missing

We were seen kissing



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I pulled you down onto my bed

I blame it on a massive rush of love to the head



You like the Beatles and I like the Stones

But those are just records that our parents owned

I can't believe those things I said

I blame it on a rush of love to the head



I should be guilt-ridden

I'm just wondering where my clothes are hidden