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Each night I ask, the stars up aboveWhy must I be a teenager in loveWhy must I be a teenager in lovePut me in your milling machine,I never thought you could act so meanNow I'm wondering what to do,to see if you could love me tooEach night I ask, the stars up aboveWhy must I be a teenager in loveWhy must I be a teenager in loveEach night I ask the stars up aboveWhy must I be a teenager in loveWhy must I be a teenager in loveThough my knees are getting weak, and my brain is getting flatterSomething is near, to tell me it's been badderI don't know just what to do,to see if you could love me tooEach night I ask the stars up aboveWhy must I be a teenager in loveWhy must I be a teenager in love From Letras Mania