They say everyone you touch turns to gold 

They say we're too young I think we're too old 

Ugly as sin, pale, and thing 

They've been wrong before 



They say you're a frog prince swollen with pride 

Always a bridesmaid, never a bride 

Getting confused in Santa Cruz 

Living in a dream 



Touching across the room like lovers from the moon 

Dancing all night to the tune of lovers from the moon 



I'm not afraid to walk hand in hand 

I think we were made to lie in the sand 

Decadently by the sea, under the sun 



Touching across the room like lovers from the moon 

Dancing all night to the tune of lovers from the moon

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