PLEASE, PLEASE let me be your STAR GIRL and we'll go to TRANSYLVANIA and totally forget about THAT GIRL with FIVE COLOURS IN HER HAIR. OBVIOUSLY it's JUST MY LUCK to know that I'VE GOT YOU. This FRIDAY NIGHT, let's go to the ROOM ON THE THIRD FLOOR because I WANNA HOLD YOU and say a few UNSAID THINGS, but please, leave the BROCCOLI. I'LL BE OKAY if you get a little TOO CLOSE FOR COMFORT, NO WORRIES. Even though WE ARE THE YOUNG, we know that THE HEART NEVER LIES. You've got me so HYPNOTIZED, and I DON'T KNOW WHY, but I'll never GET OVER YOU.