One, two, uh ♪ Five, six, seven, eight! ♪ All the time awake, you're still on my mind We were on our own almost all the time And she'll step away for a second or two When I close my eyes I think of you We were only 17 We were holding in our screams Like we'd torn it from the pages of some girlie magazine Then you'd scratch and turn and say, "Let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream like gasoline" ♪ All those tender days at your mother's house Oh, and your father would find my hand inside your blouse They tell me that you're married now Oh, my dear, I fear I can't understand how We were only 17 We were holding back our screams Like we'd torn our lives from the pages of some girlie magazines And you'd scratch and turn and say, "Let's burn ourselves up 'til we scream like gasoline" ♪ And I was only 21 I wasn't having any fun And the words you said tore through my head like bullets from a gun And I shouldn't have just shown up and said "Get in my car, let's run" And these years have seen so many imitations turning green Each like the last, they go right past like credits on a screen But your memory blazes through me Burning everything like gasoline Like gasoline Just like gasoline