Lemon gin,
Corn fields ploughed under.
Cigarettes,
Southern Comfort.
With your friends,
Behind the bleachers,
Tonight there's a dance..
He’s gonna be there,
In the high school gym
And it’s almost summer, almost warm enough to swim.
Backyards are waiting.
He’s got your name; he’s got your number
He’s got your name; he’s got your number
The sun sets across the parking lot,
walking cool with your friends -
Avoid the rent-a-cops even though you're innocent,
The night is waiting.
Here he comes; you’re a little nervous
Here he comes; well, you’re getting up the courage, yeah.
The music sucks,
But he’s your salvation
Cherry lip gloss,
And you’re what he’s tasting,
Yeah, Yeah yeah yeah
You’re in his car getting high,
Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light.
Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes,
Your head is swimming
With the anticipation, and suddenly,
You’re puking out the door with your pants around your knees,
But he’s a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
You can’t believe it,
Looks like you blew it.
He’s got your name; he’s got your number
He’s driving away; Ahh, what a bummer
Yeah, yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah
So you stumble home,
But you don’t quite make it
You wake up on the lawn
Of your next door neighbors.
The sun is warm,
It’s almost summer, yeah
It's almost summer, yeah
It's almost summer, yeah
It's almost summer, yeah
It's almost summer, yeah
It's almost summer, yeah
It's almsot summer, yeah
It's almost summer, yeah.
A little too many errors for my liking..
Lemon gin, Corn fields ploughed under. Cigarettes, Southern Comfort. With your friends, Behind the bleachers, Tonight there's a dance.. He’s gonna be there, In the high school gym
And it’s almost summer, almost warm enough to swim. Backyards are waiting.
He’s got your name; he’s got your number He’s got your name; he’s got your number
The sun sets across the parking lot, walking cool with your friends - Avoid the rent-a-cops even though you're innocent, The night is waiting.
Here he comes; you’re a little nervous Here he comes; well, you’re getting up the courage, yeah.
The music sucks, But he’s your salvation Cherry lip gloss, And you’re what he’s tasting, Yeah, Yeah yeah yeah
You’re in his car getting high, Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light. Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes, Your head is swimming With the anticipation, and suddenly, You’re puking out the door with your pants around your knees, But he’s a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
You can’t believe it, Looks like you blew it.
He’s got your name; he’s got your number He’s driving away; Ahh, what a bummer Yeah, yeah yeah Yeah, yeah yeah
So you stumble home, But you don’t quite make it You wake up on the lawn Of your next door neighbors. The sun is warm,
It’s almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah It's almsot summer, yeah It's almost summer, yeah.