Zaamwé - 19 Lyrics

I was 19; I was a tad bit savage, you know
She was content with her average Joes
I told her try something new;
Told her give me a month, I'd make her my boo
Let's play a game, let's fall in love, give 'em a show
Let's pretend to be friends, keep it on the low
We had a few fake fights
But she was on my line
And I was on her mind
Every night (every night)

Somerset, Birdie Lane: God bless those kids
Area 51: we finessed those kids
Supporting cast, yeah, they all had a blast

(Who took the game winning shot?
Who made the moonwalk?)

Pretty social; she got so close, no cigar
In PG and MoCo, she was the local superstar
She had the whoa; she had the ai yi yi, yeah she did
Miss Bilingual; she learned the lingo from the Kid
She was falling in love; I was sitting on the fence
Take heed to these words, young bull
When you're 19, have no pretense;
Don't play mind games with these girls, young bull

I was 19; I had my swag established, you know
She was convinced she could crack the code
I had some tricks up my sleeve
And she fell for them all; she was so naïve
Let's hold a grudge, give me your worst
Let's not talk for a month and see who'd break the silence first
She would always prove me right:
31st, she's on my line
Saying I was on her mind
Every night (every night)

7-5-1-3: God bless those kids
Area 51: we finessed those kids
Supporting cast, yeah, they all had a blast

(Who took the game winning shot?
Who made the moonwalk?)

Pretty social; she got so close, no cigar
In PG and MoCo, she was the local superstar
She had the whoa; she had the ai yi yi, yeah she did
Miss Bilingual; she learned the lingo from the Kid
She was falling in love; I was sitting on the fence
Take heed to these words, young bull
When you're 19, have no pretense
Don't play mind games with these girls, young bull

Pretty social; she got so close, no cigar
In PG and MoCo, she was the local superstar
She had the whoa; she had the ai yi yi, yeah she did
Miss Bilingual; she learned the lingo from the Kid
She was falling in love; I was sitting on the fence
Take heed to these words, young bull
When you're 19, have no pretense
Don't play mind games with these girls!

(Zaamwe
Zaamwe
Zaamwe
Don't go around
Around
Breaking young girls hearts
Girls
Girls
Girls)

Mama told me "don't go around breaking young girls hearts"
I didn't think it'd get that far
I hit my spin, I flicked my wrist, I popped my peacoat
Young Michael Jackson: when I walked I made the streets glow
You were just a Billie Jean
You were my teenage drama queen
It really wasn't all your fault
I was sent to earth in the cold weather
I should've known better
I should've known better

Mama told me "don't go around breaking young girls hearts"
I didn't think it'd get that far
I was cold, I had the groove, I had the smooth talk
Young Michael Jackson in his prime: I made the moonwalk
When you were 17
You were a teenage drama queen
It really wasn't all my fault
You were not prepared for the cold weather
You should've known better
You should've known better