[00:05.512]1-2-3-4, count 96 more
[00:10.193]And then come and find me
[00:13.127]'Cause I'm hiding, baby
[00:16.220]Not in the closet or the door
[00:18.059]Or down in the playroom where we used to play soccer
[00:21.097]And I'd grease the floor with Lysol and love
[00:26.704]Right now gotta get something straight
[00:29.324]I can count backwards and make the grades
[00:32.058]I will let you carry my books through those preschool days
[00:37.575]Try to tag me in the laundry chute
[00:39.473]Where i'd grab your arm and come crashing down
[00:42.340]Like BMX racers over double jumps
[00:48.186]Those sentimental days plotting all the ways
[00:51.519]Throwing snowballs at innocent passing cars
[00:55.450]The last laugh was never ours
[00:58.331]Right now gotta get something straight
[01:01.127]I can count backwards and make the grades
[01:03.774]I will let you carry my books through those preschool days
[01:09.083]Right now gotta get something straight
[01:11.681]I can count backwards and make the grades
[01:14.387]I will let you carry my books through those preschool days
[01:40.912]And I remember playing games
[01:42.793]Walking on bar stools with alias names
[01:45.735]And holding our breath, the floor a fiery toxic death, baby
[01:51.660]And I would always get my sister straight
[01:53.750]Trash the dollhouse with IG-88
[01:56.556]And my Han Solo, in his Hoth battle gear clothes
[02:10.172]Right now gotta get something straight
[02:12.591]I can count backwards and make the grades
[02:15.226]I will let you carry my books through those preschool days
[02:20.543]Right now gotta get something straight
[02:23.117]I can count backwards and make the grades
[02:25.780]I will let you carry my books through those preschool days