Manu Gavassi sings about the electric uncertainty of a brand-new crush, when every compliment feels suspiciously sweet and every hug is both a trap and a safe place. The narrator toggles between playful skepticism and eager surrender: she rolls her eyes at cheesy lines, asks to be lied to again, and still melts when he imitates her accent or dreams out loud. It is a tug-of-war between head and heart, where sarcasm tries to shield fragile hopes but curiosity keeps her from walking away.
By the chorus she admits what the audience already senses: this push-and-pull is the most thrilling part. If believing in love is a "teenage cliché," she will wear it proudly, because the world seems to conspire in favor of their connection. In the end the song celebrates the magic of letting oneself be vulnerable, even when the script feels predictable. After all, what harm is there in a little cliché if it makes the heart race and the music play on?