Honey, don't be scared,
I know my visions impaired,
But the side of the moon in the middle of june has got me thinking,

Maybe it's time we made our stand,
It's never easy on demand,
Scream at the top of your lungs, it could be so much fun,
Just let it out.

Play me like a radio,
Just turn me up,
And let me sing to you,
Cause this melody was made to show,
Yeah, turn me up,
And let me sing to you.

And I am not prepared,
I don't know what to wear,
To your premier,

Baby I need some help,
I'm not used to being seen,
Like you are on the cover of a magazine.