Yeah!
The time walked into the bedroom
You were visibly upset
Telling me I made a bad move
But I didn't do nothing
Our screaming wake the neighbors
Now everybody's out for blood
I didnt want no confrontation
Because of you thats what Ive got
Well you got to chill out
Cause baby I dont want to fight with you
And every battle we've fought
Just make us look like fools
No you cant have World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know
Woah oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And then I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
World War III
Let me tell em
Now your rounding up your army
Getting [or Telling] all your troops on me
Telling lies just to feel happy
But i wont retaliate
No
No you cant have World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know
Woah oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And then I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
Well you got to chill out
Cause baby i dont want to fight with you
and battle we fought just make us look like fools
No you cant have World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know
Woah oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And then I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
Not gonna be World War III
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
Liebe den Mann, der dich "hübsch" nennt
und nicht "sexy". Der dich zurückruft,
auch wenn du aufgelegt hast.
Der wach bleibt, nur, um dich schlafen zu sehen.
Der dich der ganzen Welt zeigen will,
auch wenn du nicht zurechtgemacht bist.
Den, der vor seinen Freunden deine Hand nimmt.
Warte auf den, der dir ständig sagt,
was du ihm bedeutest und was Er für
ein Glückspilz sei, dich zu haben.
Und der dich seinen Freunden mit Den Worten
vorstellt: "Das ist sie."
Liebe ihn, denn er liebt dich
und wird es wahrscheinlich immer tun.
It’s staying up late for each other & barley staying awake in class
the next day. It’s passing each other between classes & stopping
to say Hi, but ending up running to your next class right before
the bell rings. It’s going to the mall, wandering around hand in
hand, with a silence that’s comfortable. It’s watching a movie in
the theaters with his arm slowly creeping onto your shoulder, &
you resting your head in his arms. It’s walking arounf at night,
for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars. It’s
uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk you’re both willing to
take, even if it means you’ll have a broken haert, It’s not yet true
love, not like, no lust, no infatiouation. It’ teenage love, here to
stay, here to play with our hearts & never to go away.
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Yeah!
The time walked into the bedroom
You were visibly upset
Telling me I made a bad move
But I didn't do nothing
Our screaming wake the neighbors
Now everybody's out for blood
I didnt want no confrontation
Because of you thats what Ive got
Well you got to chill out
Cause baby I dont want to fight with you
And every battle we've fought
Just make us look like fools
No you cant have World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know
Woah oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And then I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
World War III
Let me tell em
Now your rounding up your army
Getting [or Telling] all your troops on me
Telling lies just to feel happy
But i wont retaliate
No
No you cant have World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know
Woah oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And then I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
Well you got to chill out
Cause baby i dont want to fight with you
and battle we fought just make us look like fools
No you cant have World War III
If there's only one side fighting
And you know
Woah oh
That there's lessons left to learn
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And then I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
Not gonna be World War III
Everytime you attack
It doesn't drive me to fight you back
And I know
Woah oh
That I'll never let it be World War III
World War III
World War III
und nicht "sexy". Der dich zurückruft,
auch wenn du aufgelegt hast.
Der wach bleibt, nur, um dich schlafen zu sehen.
Der dich der ganzen Welt zeigen will,
auch wenn du nicht zurechtgemacht bist.
Den, der vor seinen Freunden deine Hand nimmt.
Warte auf den, der dir ständig sagt,
was du ihm bedeutest und was Er für
ein Glückspilz sei, dich zu haben.
Und der dich seinen Freunden mit Den Worten
vorstellt: "Das ist sie."
Liebe ihn, denn er liebt dich
und wird es wahrscheinlich immer tun.
It’s staying up late for each other & barley staying awake in class
the next day. It’s passing each other between classes & stopping
to say Hi, but ending up running to your next class right before
the bell rings. It’s going to the mall, wandering around hand in
hand, with a silence that’s comfortable. It’s watching a movie in
the theaters with his arm slowly creeping onto your shoulder, &
you resting your head in his arms. It’s walking arounf at night,
for no reason at all; his chest, her head, looking at the stars. It’s
uncertainty of how long it will last, a risk you’re both willing to
take, even if it means you’ll have a broken haert, It’s not yet true
love, not like, no lust, no infatiouation. It’ teenage love, here to
stay, here to play with our hearts & never to go away.