This is the summer of burnt chris clones 

yeah this is the season of marriage for love 

you like me i like your boots i'm going to steal your point of view 

you dance all night you look so wild do you like pixies don't you guy? 

healing my mind living my life i'm going to steal your days and nights 

barbie boops pop-up books bee-bee looks (that's the way i like it) 

sparkling news glooming mood friday groove (that's the way) 

this is the winter of bad taste fans 

yeah this is the season of yellow girl fun 

no more friends to get drunk with no more parties and whistles for me 

you don't have to look in everybody's eyes sometimes it's wise to be a little shy 

some looks may go right to your brain some looks may go and you'll never be the same 

(so say it twice:) 

you have to be different you have to make a scene 

you are the newcomers you come from a new planet