Stop marching, 'cause you think you shot to number one
Counting days and skipping your stones into the sun
Overrated on the form it goes to where you turn
I'll be yours tonight, living the dream of a meteorite

Stop jumping, 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeah

Short stroking butterfly, better to go for broke
What you're smoking maryjane, it doesn't make you choke
Jumping the fence, riding the waves, can you take a joke
I'll be yours today, living the dream with a capital K

Stop jumping, 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A., yeah

Tell me now, I tell you how, just show me where to sit

Make time for love and your happiness
The mothers of invention are the best
We all learn and struggle with some loneliness
A tender mess for everyone, I guess, I guess

Half blinded, I'm reminded how to find myself
Nickel and dime I think, it's time to play some musical chairs
Dirty laundry, what a wandering, ask her if she cares
I'll be yours and more, better than ever like never before

Stop jumping, 'cause we got something to say, yeah
Young lovers keep it pumping in the streets of L.A.

Make time for love and your happiness
The mothers of invention are the best
We all know and struggle with some loneliness
A tender mess for everyone, I guess, I guess

Sweet talking, theres a marker, to your part of town
Never again, we're trying to see your love supremed and bound
Is it ever meant to be and is it so profound
Is it you and me play it to one make history, a history

Said yeah, ooh yeah
Said yeah, ooh yeah
Said oh yeah, ooh yeah