Back in high school we used to take it slow
Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos
Had a job downtown working the servo
Had me waiting in line couldn't even let go
'Cause I never wanna be that guy
Who doesn't even get a taste
No more having to chase
To win that prize
You're just a little bit out of my limit
It's been two years now you haven't even seen the best of me
And in my mind now I've been over this a thousand times
And it's almost over
Let's start over
Back in high school we used to make up plans
Called you up one day to meet split ends
'Cause I never wanna be that guy
Who doesn't even get a taste
No more having to chase
To win that prize
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