Light as a feather,

and it went just like this. No, it's never been better

than the summer of 2002.

We were only eleven,

but acting like grownups like we are in the present,

drinking from plastic cups, singing, "love is forever and ever."

Well, I guess that was true.

Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods

of an old Mustang, where we sang

songs with all our childhood friends,

and it went like this, yeah.

Oops I got ninety-nine problems singing bye, bye, bye.

Hold up,

if you wanna go and take a ride with me, better hit me, baby, one more time.

Paint a picture for you and me of the days when we were young,

singing at the top of both our lungs.

Now we're under the covers,

fast forward to eighteen. We are more than lovers.

Yeah, we are all we need. When we're holding each other,

I'm taken back to 2002.

Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods

of an old Mustang, where we sang

songs with all our childhood friends.

And it went like this, yeah.

Oops I got ninety-nine problems singing bye, bye, bye.

Hold up,

if you wanna go and take a ride with me, better hit me, baby, one more time.

Paint a picture for you and me of the days when we were young,

singing at the top of both our lungs

on the day we fell in love,

on the day we fell in love.

Dancing on the hood in the middle of the woods

of an old Mustang, where we sang

songs with all our childhood friends.

Oh, now.

Oops I got ninety-nine problems singing bye, bye, bye.

Hold up,

if you wanna go and take a ride with me, better hit me, baby, one more time.

Paint a picture for you and me of the days when we were young,

singing at the top of both our lungs

on the day we fell in love,

on the day we fell in love.

On the day we fell in love.

On the day we fell in love.

On the day we fell in love, love, love.