Teenage Love (Letra)

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(robert segarini)
Published by robertunes/slalom publishing co. – bmi
I don’t want no older woman, who really doesn’t dig my scene
And i don’t want no spaced out groupie, who wants to be a gypsy queen
And i don’t want no nasty lady, who doesn’t dig rock ‘n’ roll
Cause i just want the dew eyed daughter of a father that lost control

Gimme some teenage love, ooh gimme some teenage love
Come on baby, you’re drivin’ me crazy, gimme some teenage love

I don’t want no modern lover, who really doesn’t dig my sound
And i don’t want no boozed out floozy, who needs to lose a few more pounds
And i don’t want no nasty lady, who doesn’t dig rhythm and blues
Cause i just want the dew eyed daughter of a father that was born to lose

So gimme some teenage love, ooh gimme some teenage love
Come on baby, you’re drivin’ me crazy, gimme some teenage love

I don’t want no sophisticated lady, who really doesn’t dig my scene
And i don’t want no funky chickie, who used to be a country queen
And i don’t want no rich bitch sugar, who doesn’t dig rhythm and blues
Cause i just want the dew eyed daughter of a father that was born to lose

So gimme some teenage love, ooh gimme some teenage love
So come on baby, you’re drivin’ me crazy, and gimme some teenage love
Gimme some teenage love, gimme some teenage love
Gimme some teenage love, gimme some teenage love
Come on baby, you’re drivin’ me crazy, gimme some teenage love
Come on baby, you’re drivin’ me crazy, gimme some teenage love

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Teenage Love (Letra)

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(chorus: repeat 4x)
A teenage love, a teenage love
Don’t, don’t hurt me again

[verse one]
Aye sport, here’s a thought from the old school crew
A serious situation we all go through
It deals with your feelins, so hear what i say
It’s like a dyke, but nothing seems to go your way
Bust this, two people, they really like each other
He says their’s no one else
And she claims there is no other
The feelins are same, and you receive a notion
To reveal your inner thoughts deeply hit emotions

(chorus:4x)

[verse two]
Precious times, hopin they won’t end
Tell your mother bout your lover
Or so your best friend
Ya mighty proud while your holdin her hand
Boys, yo that’s my woman, and girls, yeah that’s my man
This pressure brings a sort of warmth to your heart
And everything seems so great at the start
For she loves him, and he also loves her
And it’s hard to turn back to who the person you were
But later on, problems start to occur
And the bond, which combines, y’all turn into a blur
For the feelins were the same, now here’s the score
You love him to much, and they don’t love him anymore
Or did you have to choose a number
Or because your not bein true
Or maybe they’re just plain sick of seein you
Word, now it might seem strange
You better take his quick, and make the right change