| This is such a mess, I can hardly get undressed
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| Your sister puts the rest of us to shame
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| Dancin' on some beds, with her toenails painted red
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| Her radio just rockin' in the rain
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| So, cowboy’s on the lawn, and the sun is almost gone
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| Hold your breath and kiss me on the knee, we’ll see
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| Firecrackers stashed in a giant wad of cash
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| Just looking for the hook that holds the key, we’ll see
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| Old enough to kiss you on the mouth
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| Yeah, you’re young and touch, your tongue tastes like the moon
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| Bright blown wings are holdin' up the sky
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| And I’m findin' they’re one thousand years too soon, soon
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| So dry, let her drop, we’re the last ones left alive
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| Just diggin' through the glove box for a sign, oh my
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| Handful of regrets and a broken cigarette
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| Yeah, just movin' minors over county lines, oh my
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| Old enough to kiss you on the mouth
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| Yeah, you’re young and touch, your tongue tastes like the moon
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| Bright blown wings are holdin' up the sky
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| And I’m findin' they’re one thousand years too soon, soon |