saw you standing there talking with Johnny reggae down at the local hop jeans that fitted tight everything so right about you thought my cork might pop invited back to meet the stars you got some scotch in your coke that you might just recognise me was my only hope I was one of the stars and my fast car seemed to distract you from my thinning hair then I drove you home my hands began to roam and fumble after we got there you said you had no school next day I offered to show you the sights the next night well we made love were you dazzled by the lights <lnterlude> you gotta stay young and beautiful if you want to be loved now I dream of my teen angel sent from Heaven above you were so young can love be wrong you were so young can love be wrong you were so young can love be wrong