William Beckett - Coppertone lyrics

Do you think you're up for this? Are you ready to get undressed Undressed in your evening best, besides Every heart is like a house on fire with Escape routes in every room These are the trials of our youth But this charade is never going to last So pick the poison and pour yourself a gla** I still feel the same Ah, no one's to blame I will be waiting outside if you're ready to go Your sundress reflects in the headlight glow Besides, every heart is like a house of cards When the walls break down on you These are the trials of our youth But this charade is never going to last So pick the poison and pour yourself a gla** I still feel the same Ah, these are the fast times These are the fast times But this charade is never going to last So pick the poison and pour yourself a gla** I still feel the same Ah... These mistakes are just a part of the ride And if we choke on the next tongue that we tie I still feel the same Ah, these are the fast times These are the fast times These are the fast times These are the fast times