MidnightYou come and pick me up, no headlights Lights,lights, lights, lights, lightsLong driveAnd then burning flames or paradiseParadise, paradise, paradise,paradiseFade into viewOh,it's been a while since I have even heard from youHeard from you, heard from youI should just tell you to leave,cause I know exactly where it leads,but I watch us go round and round each timeYou got that James Dean daydream look in your eyeAnd I got that red lip classic thing that you likeAnd when we go crashing down,we come back every timeWe never go out of styleWe never go out of styleYou got that long hair and slicked back white t-shirtAnd I got that good girl fake and a tight little skirtAnd when we go crashing down,we come back every timeWe never go out of styleWe never go out of styleSo it goesHe can't keep his wild eyes on the roadTakes me homeLights are off, he's taking off his coatI said I heardThat you've been out and about with some other girlSome other girl I'm the girl GirlHe says what you heard is true but ICan't stop thinking about you and II said I've been there too a few timesCause you got that James DeanDaydream look in your eyeAnd I got that red lipClassic thing that you likeAnd when we go crashing downWe come back every timeWe never go out of styleWe never go out of styleYou got that long hair, slicked back,white t-shirtAnd I got that good girl fade and a tight little skirtThat's tight and a booty girlSo crashin' down,we come back every timeCause we never go out of styleWe never go out of styleAnd when we go crashing down,we come back every timeWe never go out of style,we never go out of style