No lights, no camera, no retakes Raised eyebrows, middle fingers, no mistake No regrets, no promises and no rent So long saving grace, so long saving grace
We are supposed to be troubled, Not understanding The heat and the summer dresses, So demanding Conflicted ambition mixed with lust So long saving grace
It was a bit too late to die young, girl But your paranoid style It always made me smile It was a bit too late to die young, girl But your paranoid smile, it became my style
The snap of age which gets the best of us all The girls wrapped in their winter coats, Gasping frost "You wouldn't be a stranger Unless you had to be"
It was a bit too late to die young, girl But your paranoid style It always made me smile It was a bit too late to die young, girl But your arrogant smile It became my style
It was a bit too late to die young, girl But your arrogant style It always made me smile It was a bit too late to die young, girl And that silliest smile It became my style