Poppy - Fountain Of Youth lyrics
Poppy [Moriah Rose Pereira] Boston, Massachusetts/LA, CA, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Poppy - Fountain Of Youth lyrics]
Motorcycle ride to your midlife crisis
Nothing in your briefcase but your visors
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) thought that you'd be happy
Chasing hearts downtown
King of a new suburbia hating your crown
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
See you at the party in your pleaded jackies
Tripping on your tongue while
You're staring at me (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth?
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Swimming in your old spice earing lingers
Got a tan line on your left front finger
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) you wanna put my number on
The back of your matchbook
Got a lot of balls givin' me that look-look
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth?
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Life sucks sometimes, don't it?
Weekend, I'll be going
You're lost in illusion
Caught up in a moment
Time to bite the bullet I'm your fascination
You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth?
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Nothing in your briefcase but your visors
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) thought that you'd be happy
Chasing hearts downtown
King of a new suburbia hating your crown
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
See you at the party in your pleaded jackies
Tripping on your tongue while
You're staring at me (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth?
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Swimming in your old spice earing lingers
Got a tan line on your left front finger
(Oh, oh, oh, oh) you wanna put my number on
The back of your matchbook
Got a lot of balls givin' me that look-look
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth?
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Life sucks sometimes, don't it?
Weekend, I'll be going
You're lost in illusion
Caught up in a moment
Time to bite the bullet I'm your fascination
You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth?
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes?
Seen you standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
Want your hands on my bitter skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, oh, oh, oh)