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 long 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 long 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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Owl City - 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 long 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 long 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
