Letra de 'Style' de Postmodern Jukebox

Midnight
He comes and picks me up, no headlights
It’s a long drive
Could end in burning flames or paradise
Ooohhh ! Fade into view
It's been a while since I have even heard from you

I should just tell you to leave, 'cause I
Know exactly where it leads, but I
Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

He’s got that James Dean daydream look in his eyes
And I got that red lip, classic thing that he likes
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
We never go out of style
Out of style

He’s got that long hair slicked back, white t-shirt
And I got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
We never go out of style
Out of style

So it goes
I can't keep my wild eyes of the road
I wanna take you home now
The lights are off, I’m taking of my coat
I say: I heard, oh!
That you've been out and about with some other girl
Some other girl

What you heard is true, but I
Can't stop thinking about you, and I
I've been there too, a few times

He’s got that James Dean daydream look in his eyes
And you got that red lip, classic thing that I like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
We never go out of style
Out of style

You got that long hair slicked back, white t-shirt
And you got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
We never go out of style
Out of style

Take me home
Oh.. take me home
Take me home
Oh take me take me take me

He’s got that James Dean daydream look in his eyes
And I got those red lip, classic thing that you like
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
We never go out of style
Out of style

You got that long hair slicked back, red t-shirt
And you got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt
And when we go crashing down, we come back every time
We never go out of style
Out of style