It was summer of seventy-six
We had our first kiss
And it went like this
Your bedroom was a forbidden place
There were locks on all the doors
And creaking in all the floors
Now I've heard stories of love
None of which were true, until I met you
Hideaway, in a broken place
I know a way we can all make sure that we're okay
Open up the door, oh we can't ignore
Sometimes she can be, she can be such a bore
Remember when we used to dance?
Come on it's just around the bend
Oh to hold you again
Your love can be so distracting
It's a blessing and a curse
Baby do your worst
Now I've heard stories of love
None of which were true
Hideaway, in a broken place
I know a way we can all make sure that we're okay
Open up the door, oh we can't ignore
Sometimes she can be, she can be such a bore
She can be such a bore
She can be, she can be such a bore
She can be such a bore
She can be, she can be such a bore