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Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under. |
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Cigarettes, Southern Comfort |
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With your friends behind the bleachers it's my first dance. |
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He's gonna beat it in the high school gym |
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It's almost summer, almost warm enough to swim. |
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Backyards are waiting. |
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He's got your name, he's got your number |
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He's got your name, he's got your number |
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The sun sets across the parking lot, |
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Walking cool with your friends. |
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Before the ready cops even know you're in the sand. |
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The night is waiting |
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Here he comes, you're a little nervous |
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Here he comes; well you're getting up the courage, yeah |
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The music sucks |
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But he's your salvation |
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Cherry lip gloss, you know what he's tasting yeah |
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Yeah yeah yeah |
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You're in his car getting high |
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Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light |
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Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes |
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Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly, |
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You're puking out the door with your pants around your knees |
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But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street. |
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You can't believe it |
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Looks like you blew it |
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He's got your name; he's got your number |
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He's driving away; I want to bomb her yeah |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah |
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So you stumble home |
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But you don't quite make it |
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You wake up on the lawn |
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Of your next door neighbor's |
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The sun is warm. |
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It's almost summer, yeah |