Generic Teen 歌词

Sitting behind you last night and our conversations died years ago far below One year we were on the ferry near the harbour bridge and you Asked me where the planes land... Well how was I supposed to know? And I'm the worst conversationalist you're ever likely to meet When I'm sweet on someone my words stay clenched right between my teeth But that was my chance at teenage romance but... It always took place in my head or on my radio You were the first you were the worst It's clear you could see that you had a hold on me A hold on me Hold on