Yeah, he looks just like a young Mel Gibson  He's got great cheek bones,  and sure I'll admit it  I wish i saw him first    You've known him now for a whole 2 weeks  do you really think you otta give em that key,  to your apartment    well he could be a good lookin serial killer,  for all you know  He says he comes from money   but he'd rather make it on his own    [CHORUS]  your dreamin to fast  your thinkin with your heart  you got a whole team a horses ahead of your cart  your common sense went south,  your out of control  Dont beleive all you hear (dont)  do all you can (dont)  give all you have (dont)  tell all you know  your gonna bet the farm on romeo    so this summer hes gonna take ya to Paris  and your credit card   bought the clothes he's wearin'  now how does that work..    I do admir your enthusiasm  I'm sure your right when it comes to passion  hes a love machine    do you need to defold all the details of your past  and that sexy picture you gave them,  now whats he gonna do with that    CHORUS    oh dont be mad  I like tattoos  but come on,   do you, really think you need one too    CHORUS    these lyrics are submitted by Melissa Riese