I won't let you get a motorcycle
Move to Arizona, change your albm title
It was right the first time
We were right the second time
I know I've got to leave at four A.M
'Cause you've got to sleep to be a stronger man
By the time you hit twenty-five
It's getting harder to avert my eyes, my eyes, my eyes
How come I don't have the code to your front door
By now, by now, by now
How come you shush me when I moan too loud
Too loud, too loud, too loud
Sometimes I think it would've been me
I'm there to meet your old high school fling
She's got brown eyes and brown hair and she's got that Brown degree
And I'm just a bleach bitch
She's that tan on the beach bitch
I know your taste buds are so fucking ordinary
But you got to get used to this diferrent tasting cherry
'Cause I've got you with wide eyes
And I'll make sure that I catch the light, the light, the light
How come I don't have the code to your front door
By now, by now, by now
How come you shush me when I moan too loud
Too loud, too loud, too loud
Sometimes I think it would've been me
Mismathced socks, white shirt, smooth sailing
Country club nights, nightclubs, contrailing
If I had a pussy it'd be mine you're railing
Always on the rant 'bout your mom or the Hamptons
Got that kinda hair I can sink my hands in
Don't care 'bout your mother or the goddamn Hamptons
Sometimes I think it would've been me