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Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
With your friends behind the bleachers
It's not this dance, heâs gonna be there
In the high school gym
And itâs almost summer
Almost warm enough to swim
Backyards are waiting
Heâs got your name
Heâs got your number
Heâs got your name
Heâs got your number
The sun sets across the parking lot
Walking cool with your friends
Before the ready cops
Even know youâre innocent
The night is waiting
Here he comes
Youâre a little nervous
Here he comes
Well, youâre getting up the courage, yeah
The music sucks
But heâs your salvation
Cherry lip gloss
You know what heâs tasting, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Youâre in his car getting high
Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light
Super toke, gets smoke in his eye
Your head is swimming
With the anticipation
And suddenly youâre puking out the door
With your pants around your knees
But heâs a nice boy
So he drops you on your street
You canât believe it, looks like you blew it
Heâs got your name
Heâs got your number
Heâs driving away
Oh, what a bummer, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
So you stumble home
But you donât quite make it
You wake up on the lawn
Of your next door neighborâs
The sun is warm
Itâs almost summer, yeah
Itâs almost summer, yeah
Itâs almost summer, yeah
Itâs almost summer, yeah
Itâs almost summer, yeah
Itâs almost summer, yeah
Itâs almost summer, yeah
Itâs almost summer, yeah
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