Look in your eye. I got that (Or it's gonna go down in flames)

red lip classic thing (You can tell me when it's over)

that I like. And when we go (If the high was worth the pain)

crashing down, we come (Got a long list of ex-lovers)

back every time. (They'll tell you I'm insane)

Never go out of style (‘Cause you know I love the players)

Out of style (And you love the game)

Hoooohh...

Midnight, You come and pick me up no headlights

Long drive, Could end in burning flames or paradise

'Cause we're young and we're reckless We'll take this way too far

It'll leave you breathless Or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers They'll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space, baby And I'll write your name

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that I like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

Never go, out of style Never go, out of style

Fade into view, it's been a while since I have even heard from you

I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round, each time

You got that James Dean day dream (So it's gonna be forever)

Look in your eye. I got that (Or it's gonna go down in flames)

red lip classic thing (You can tell me when it's over)

that I like. And when we go (If the high was worth the pain)

crashing down, we come (Got a long list of ex-lovers)

back every time. (They'll tell you I'm insane)

Never go out of style (‘Cause you know I love the players)

Out of style (And you love the game)

* Mix Blank Space & Style *

Hoooohh...

Midnight, You come and pick me up no headlights (headlights)

Long drive, Could end in burning flames or paradise