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