We're not gonna grace the cover of Elle
It's the thoughts in our minds that make us
Sexy as hell-Oh come on

In the spring time of our lonely life
I must try to open my eyes
Whisper in disguise
Cause we've got lots of petty fears
Like "What am I doing here?" and "Where will I be tomorrow?"

We're young and sexy
In our summer breeze
We're young and sexy
Young and sexy

In the twilight
There is death on our little heads
When I try to forge ahead
I find my feet won't tread
We're soft in our heads
We're soft in our dreams
We're lost in our ways and we're lost in our jeans (genes?) Oh come on

Young and sexy
We're young and sexy
In our summer breeze
What a glorious breeze
What a glorious breeze

We're young and sexy
In our summer breeze
We're young and sexy
We're young and sexy
We're young and sexy
We're young and sexy