It’s a Friday night, turned on all her lights
Ooh oooh
An open window
Hairbrush at her lips, towel hugs her hips
Ooh oooh
She’s going out

Slips on her dress, stumbles toward the shower
Laughs for what feels like an hour then turns up the song

Just another hopeless romantic
Caffeinated, little dramatic
In an age increasingly manic
She’s just on the hunt for some magic
Look at her go, you’d never know that she’s
Just another hopeless romantic
Caffeinated, little dramatic

Texts from all her friends 'cause she’s late again
Ooh oooh
She’d rather stay home
Curled up in her bed with a book instead but
Ooh oooh
Life’s outside her front door

Clips up her hair, takes one look in the mirror
And it’s never been clearer that this is her song

Just another hopeless romantic
Caffeinated, little dramatic
In an age increasingly manic
She’s just on the hunt for some magic
Look at her go, you’d never know that she’s
Just another hopeless romantic
Caffeinated, little dramatic