Tonight I'm standing in the shades A true reflection of the eighties And tonight I'm like a beautiful portrait From the movies We're like the young teens I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand I just want to hold your hand, hold your hand I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand They fall into pieces on the ground It's just a memory You keep it locked in a box It's just a memory of you and me It's just a memory You keep it locked in a box It's just a memory of you and me Why am I afraid of the way this story is told of how we got old Why I'm I afraid of the true reflection We're like the young teens I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand I just want to hold your hand, hold your hand I'm just another girl painting all the pictures in the sand They fall into pieces on the ground It's just a memory You keep it locked in a box It's just a memory of you and me It's just a memory You keep it locked in a box It's just a memory of you and me