We're not gonna grace the cover of Elle It's the thoughts in our minds that make us Sexy as hell-Oh come on In the spring time of our lonely life I must try to open my eyes Whisper in disguise Cause we've got lots of petty fears Like "What am I doing here?" and "Where will I be tomorrow?" We're young and s**y In our summer breeze We're young and s**y Young and s**y In the twilight There is d**h on our little heads When I try to forge ahead I find my feet won't tread We're soft in our heads We're soft in our dreams We're lost in our ways and we're lost in our jeans (genes?) Oh come on Young and s**y We're young and s**y In our summer breeze What a glorious breeze What a glorious breeze We're young and s**y In our summer breeze We're young and s**y We're young and s**y We're young and s**y We're young and s**y