Super honeymoon

Glamour and fashion models and magazines

A striking runway entrance

Beauty and passion, stardust and high class scenes

Of popular teens

When I lived in Denver, I met a millionaire

With ribbons in her blonde hair

I still remember, she was like a princess

Straight from a dreamy castle in the air

So lovely

She was everything to me

Both alone in the dark, we longed to see the sun

Rise over the Bering Strait

I was sick of the west when I turned 21

So I moved to the Sunshine State

We played golf on the moon, and tennis on the sun

Like athletes of the afternoon

The solar flares burned my arms, and made her makeup run

On our super lunar honeymoon

I was the youngest son of a congressman

And everything was my fault

She was a gymnast, happily swinging

On the uneven bars, tucked in a somersault

So lovely

She was everything to me

So lovely

She was everything to me

Both alone in the dark, we longed to see the sun

Rise over the Bering Strait

I was sick of the west when I turned 21

So I moved to the Sunshine State

We played golf on the moon, and tennis on the sun

Like athletes of the afternoon

The solar flares burned my arms, and made her makeup run

On our super lunar honeymoon

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