kumbaworld
Teenager in love
Marley, Bob

Each night I ask, the stars up above

Why must I be a teenager in love
Why must I be a teenager in love

Put me in your milling machine,
I never thought you could act so mean
Now Iīm wondering what to do,
to see if you could love me too
Each night I ask, the stars up above

Why must I be a teenager in love
Why must I be a teenager in love

Each night I ask the stars up above

Why must I be a teenager in love
Why must I be a teenager in love

Though my knees are getting weak,
and my brain is getting flatter
Something is near, to tell me itīs been badder
I donīt know just what to do,
to see if you could love me too
Each night I ask the stars up above

Why must I be a teenager in love
Why must I be a teenager in love