Motorcycle ride to your midlife crisis
Nothing in your briefcase but your vices
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Thought that you'd be happy chasing hearts downtown
King of your suburbia hating your crown
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
See you at the party in your pleated khakis
Tripping on your tongue while you're staring at me
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth

Am I an old soul?
Is it my clothes?
You see me standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
You want your hands on my bare skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Swimming in your Old Spice, ew, it lingers
Got a tan line on your left-ring finger
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
You wanna put my number on the back of your matchbook
Got a lot of balls givin' me that look-look
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth

Am I an old soul?
Is it my clothes?
You see me standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
You want your hands on my bare skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)

Life sucks sometimes, don't it?
We can't all be poets
You're lost in illusion
Caught up in a moment
Time to bite the bullet
I'm your fascination

You wanna sip, sip my fountain of youth

Am I an old soul?
Is it my clothes?
You see me standing alone
And you go in for the kill
To get a teenage kind of thrill
Is it my bad mood?
My daddy issues that attract you?
You want your hands on my bare skin
To make you feel young again
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)