Backyard Boy

Five, six, seven, eight

Dance with me in my backyard boy

Looking super fine in your corduroy

Drive me 'round the block, we can go in a loop

And we'll turn the volume up, on some good boy band tunes

Love to feel the fresh air, I can feel your eyes stare

And I'm not gonna lie, I get a little bit scared

My heart is on wings, I'm living in dreams

And at the top of our lungs, we sing

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Everything is perfect

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

All our words were worth it

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Dancin' around like a clown at the circus

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Backyard boy, you make me nervous

Dance with me in my backyard boy

Looking super fine in your corduroy (Five, six, seven, eight)

Roll the windows down, let the bass drop low

And everybody's talking, but I don't wanna know

Feel the fresh air, I can feel your eyes stare

And I'm not gonna lie, I get a little bit scared

My heart is on wings, I'm living in dreams

And at the top of our lungs, we sing

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Everything is perfect

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

All our words were worth it

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Dancin' around like a clown at the circus

(Da-da-da-da-da-da-da)

(Da-da-da-da-da)

Backyard boy, you make me nervous

(Right now?)