Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

I'm writing the future I'm writing it out, loud. We don't talk about the past We don't talk about the past, now So I'm writing the future I'm leaving a key here Something won't always be missing It won't always feel empty, here Just think of the future

Se la, se la Talk about it, sing about it We se la, se la, se la Se la (say it), se la (say it) You know sometimes I sit and wonder Just how this world would be If we had all the people laughing And everybody living in harmony We have to say se la, se la

I'm sick of them sweatsuits and them corny hats, let's talk about it I'm sick of you bein' rich and you still mad, let's talk about it Both of us single dads from the Midwest, we can talk about it Or we could get gully, I'll size up your body And put

Am I made up of glass? Do you see straight through me? Do you not want to be what we once talked about? I'm losing it, I'm losing it for you This is like a different tune And I'm so in love with you I'm losing my mind, I'm losing myself I keep cutting

My woman from Tokyo She makes me see She's so good to me Talk about her like a queen Dancing in a eastern dream Fly into the rising sun Faces, smiling every one Yeah, she is a whole new tradition I feel it in my heart