Just another night, another bar, another town

I was talking to myself though the guys were all around

Then she walked up started dancing on the bar

I showed her to my car

All her high school friends started coming to our shows

I admit they caught my eye and my wallet and my nose

But no one comes close to the girl that I loved first

Maybe I'm just cursed

Officer I swear she said she's nineteen

Didn't check her ID

You know that you would do the same

Finally a girl who looks up to me

She can't see through me

She can't see anything

I don't want her to see

We always manage to agree

Finally I saw the light we didn't have to wait

Come on darling, pack your bags

We'll move to another state

New Mexico says you can marry at sixteen

Now I got my mini-queen

In New Mexico life is dry, there's not much grass

And my little cutie earns our rent, she's pumping gas

This morning she met the cutest girl at a bar

Guess we have to move to Utah