Verse 1

Turn the volume up, let the speakers cry

Got a sunburn shape like a butterfly

Dripping mango down my fingertips

Oops – you caught me staring at your lips

We got lemonade fights on the rooftop floor

You chase me 'round, then I lock the door

So what if we're loud? So what if we're late?

We write our own rules, never hit "break"

Pre-chorus

Na-na-na, don't need no plan

Na-na-na, just a soda can

Fizz on my tongue, you in my hands

Best day ever? Yeah, I understand

Chorus

Juice and jam, sticky and sweet

Dancing on the roof with messy feet