My baby likes BBQ, she don't care what
Anyone says.
It's our pastime to lie naked in bed.
The red sneakers on her feet go rockin'
To the beat when the Hurry-Up takes the stage.
She laughs like cherry-coke, she's always down to
smoke,
Ya know I'm never gonna act my age.

And they'll try to shut us down, all those faces in
the crowd
I'll take your hand in mine we'll fight this fight
together now.
And in the middle of the week, you get up so damn
early
I'll give you all the help I can to make it through to
5:30.

My baby likes punk rock, we went to the Pennywise
show.
I dove into the mosh pit, you held my jacket and
phone.
Well as much as I know I just can't understand how
everywhere I go
I just want you around and I spend all my time just
waiting to see
Is if I'm thinking right now that you're thinking of
me.

And in the middle of the week, you get up so damn
early. I'll give you all the help I can to make it
through.
One New York night, I'm gonna get you through this
crowd.
I'll hold my hand out wide but I'm always gonna know
that you're right there my side.


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