Style

Midnight, you come and pick me up, no headlights. Long drive, couldn't name burning flames or paradise.

If it ain't you, oh, it's been a while since I have even heard from you. Heard from you.

I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I know exactly where it leads, but I

watch it go round and round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

You got that long hair, slicked back, white t-shirt

And I got that good girl face and a tight little skirt

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

So we go out of style, we never go out of style