Из альбома: The Virgin Suicides
I’m a high school lover, and you’re my favorite flavor.
Love is all, all my soul.
You’re my Playground Love.
Yet my hands are shaking.
I feel my body remain
tense, no matter,
I’m on fire.
On the playground love.
You’re the piece of gold the flushes all my soul.
Extra time, on the ground.
You’re my Playground Love.
Anytime, anyway,
You’re my Playground Love.