Look within, baby, see the sky

Know I'll fall but I'd like to fly-y-y-y

Path is cold and my feet are ice

And your face melts into my eyes

Look within, baby, see the sky

Know I'll fall but I'd like to fly-y-y-y

Path is cold and my feet are ice (Is the lack of love my liberty?)

Or is it what I want the most?

Prom queen, almost famous

Penny Lane, she's my A-list

Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah

Strike out when I make it

Prom queen, almost famous

Penny Lane, she's my A-list

Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah

Strike out when I make it

She can fill my life up with her coffee

Black beans, green trees, and she bossy, yeah

GPS on but I'm lost, see, yeah

UPS truck for the posse

Yeah, light inside the tunnel and she found me

Yeah, gas station f**k, get me rowdy

Yeah, tear me all to pieces, baby, hound me

Yeah, put me back together, you can crown me

They don't know the half like a payphone

She a good girl, need a halo

She still do what I say when I say so

Penny lane foreign call us NATO

All the cash out like I'm bout to re-fi

And you could try to slide but she'll never reply

She keep me on the ground like I'm on the no-fly

Penny Lane the only one I want till I die

Prom queen, almost famous

Penny Lane, she's my A-list

Black gloves, she would hate this, yeah

Strike out when I make it