Lyrics:

This youth is like fire, and my senses like hay
The truth is they conspire, those friends to take you away.
Your eyes how they shine, but your eyes they too reflect
Your eyes may be divine but your eyes they are suspect.
This passion too big for its frame, this closeness not enough
This world, too small for this shame and this tenderness is so rough.
A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving, a thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving
A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving, a thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving
A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving, a thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving
A thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving, a thousand teenage hearts in my engine revving