She don't lie in bed at night She wants what they've got She skates where the ice thins
On and on, to the beat of our noisy hearts our hearts
She was her mother's secret She brought weekend boys home in her curls She said, "My love is a fever. I'm easy, cause I let them win."
To the beat of our noisy hearts
She said, "Pick up the phone Cause I need to feel more alone And your voice drives me crazy."