It was summer of seventy-six We had our first kiss And it went like this Your bedroom was a forbidden place There were locks on all the doors And creaking in all the floors Now I've heard stories of love None of which were true, until I met you Hideaway, in a broken place I know a way we can all make sure that we're okay Open up the door, oh we can't ignore Sometimes she can be, she can be such a bore Remember when we used to dance? Come on it's just around the bend Oh to hold you again Your love can be so distracting It's a blessing and a curse Baby do your worst Now I've heard stories of love None of which were true Hideaway, in a broken place I know a way we can all make sure that we're okay Open up the door, oh we can't ignore Sometimes she can be, she can be such a bore She can be such a bore She can be, she can be such a bore She can be such a bore She can be, she can be such a bore