Die Young - Scott Bradlee’s Postmodern Jukebox

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you’re here in my arms

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

We’re gonna die young

We’re gonna die young

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

Young hearts, out our minds

Runnin like we outta time

Wild childs, lookin' good

Livin hard just like we should

Don’t care whose watching when we tearing it up (You Know)

That magic that we got nobody can touch (For sure)

Looking for some trouble tonight

Take my hand, I’ll show you the wild, side

Like it’s the last night of our lives

We’ll keep dancing till we die

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you’re here in my arms,

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

We’re gonna die young

We’re gonna die young

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

Young hunks, taking shots

Stripping down to dirty socks

Music up, gettin' hot

Kiss me, give me all you’ve got

It’s pretty obvious that you’ve got a crush (you know)

That magic in your pants, it’s making me blush (for sure)

Looking for some trouble tonight

Take my hand i’ll show you the wild side

Like it’s the last night of our lives

We’ll keep dancing till we die

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you’re here in my arms,

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

I hear your heart beat to the beat of the drums

Oh what a shame that you came here with someone

So while you’re here in my arms

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young

We’re gonna die young

We’re gonna die young

Let’s make the most of the night like we’re gonna die young