Somewhere quiet, somewhere spacious, somewhere with a breeze
Talking to myself, falling into a daydream
Picture you, picture this, it's the 70s
Rolling Stones, muscle cars, and some worn out jeans
You're so retro baby
Aviators with a white mercedes
Cruising PCH on a lazy sunday
We're so retro baby
Jukebox overhead playing
Could this be our smooth getaway
Eyes on you steal the room like a centerpiece
And I can't help but dive through the middle of the ceiling, baby
I'm addicted to the feeling, baby
See the light, put up a fight, feel your energy
Like we saw in that drive-in movie
That night you fell asleep on me, oh
You're so retro baby
Aviators with a white mercedes
Cruising PCH on a lazy sunday
We're so retro baby
Jukebox overhead playing
Could this be our smooth getaway
Everyones here just living in the moment
We're so retro, 70s and own it
You're so retro baby
ah ah ahhhh
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You're so retro baby
Aviators with a white mercedes
Cruising PCH on a lazy sunday
We're so retro baby
Jukebox overhead playing
Could this be our smooth getaway