Glamour and fashion models in magazines.
A striking one-way entrance.
Beauty and passion; stardust and high class scenes;
Of popular teens.

When i lived in Denver i met a millionare.
With ribbons in her blonde hair
I still remeber, she was like a princess;
Straight from a dreamy castle in the air.
(So lovely, she was everything to me)

Both alone in the dark,
We longed to see the sun rise over the bearing straight.
I was sick of the west when i turned 21, so i moved to the sunshine state.

We played golf on the moon, and tennis on the sun,
Like athletes of the afternoon.
The solar flares burnt my arms, and made her make a run,
On our super lunar honey moon.

I was the youngest son of a congressmen;
And everything was my fault.
She was a gymnast happily swinging on the uneven bars,
Tucked in a summer sault.
(So lovely, she was everything to me)
(So lovely, she was everything to me)

Both alone in the dark,
We longed to see the sun rise over the bearing straight.
I was sick of the west when i turned 21, so i moved to the sunshine state.

We played golf on the moon, and tennis on the sun,
Like athletes of the afternoon.
The solar flares burnt my arms,
And made her make a run on our super lunar honeymoon.