Into It. Over It. Next Stop: The Olympics
If I put my ears to the concrete
I can hear you coming from a mile away.
As your SUV's engine sputters and squeaks
just as loudly as confidence passes through your teeth.
But you should watch what you say as
we're holding hands down the streets of this city.
I could be totally wrong, but I think that you like me.
So don't forget that I'm not like the boys you've seen before
and I'll remember that an ounce of pleasure and an ounce of pain
weigh the same.
They weight the same.
Well, around 10:30, we'll all be less fortunate.
The height of this tree and the cost of this experience are equally proportionate.
Well, I've never done this before.
A million 20-watt light bulbs brighten the ice's floor.
If you promise to hold my hand,
I"ll keep you as warm as I can.
I'll keep you as warm as I can.
So, get a load of "Scott Hamilton."
Man, what a show off!
WHAM! in his headphones,
singing songs everyone knows.
"Taylor" and her friend;
they need everyones' attention.
The woman in white and the man dressed in green got engaged to the beat of our applause.
And then there's you and I.
Our feet are the same size.
We could exchange our sneakers
and live each others' lives.
I'll keep you as warm as I can,
I'll keep you as warm as I can,
but I could hear you coming from a mile away
so you should watch what you say.
Holding hands down the streets of this city,
I could be totally wrong, but I think that you like me.
Try to remember that an ounce of pleasure
and an ounce of pain;
they weigh the same.
