Motorcycle ride to your midlife crisis Nothing in your briefcase but your vices (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Thought that you'd be happy chasing hearts downtown King of your suburbia hating your crown (Oh, oh, oh, oh) See you at the party in your pleated khakis Tripping on your tongue while you're staring at me (Oh, oh, oh, oh) You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes? You see me standing alone And you go in for the kill To get a teenage kind of thrill Is it my bad mood? My daddy issues that attract you? You want your hands on my bare skin To make you feel young again (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Swimming in your Old Spice, ew, it lingers Got a tan line on your left-ring finger (Oh, oh, oh, oh) You wanna put my number on the back of your matchbook Got a lot of balls givin' me that look-look (Oh, oh, oh, oh) You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes? You see me standing alone And you go in for the kill To get a teenage kind of thrill Is it my bad mood? My daddy issues that attract you? You want your hands on my bare skin To make you feel young again (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Life sucks sometimes, don't it? We can't all be poets You're lost in illusion Caught up in a moment Time to bite the bullet I'm your fascination You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth Am I an old soul? Is it my clothes? You see me standing alone And you go in for the kill To get a teenage kind of thrill Is it my bad mood? My daddy issues that attract you? You want your hands on my bare skin To make you feel young again (Oh, oh, oh, oh)