One two three four tell me that you love me more, sleepless long nights that is what my youth was for Old teenage hopes are alive at your door, left you with nothing but they want some more Sweetheart bitterheart now I can tell you apart, cosy and cold put the horse before the cart Those teenage hopes who have tears in their eyes, too scared to own up to one little lie One two three four five six nine or ten, money can't buy you back the love that you had then For the teenage boys, they're breaking your heart Oh you're changing your heart, oh you know who you are