| There ain’t nothing like 'em first loves baby
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| Remember them high school days
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| Friday nights come n’dances
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| Givin’my old letterman’s jacket away
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| To hold us a name
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| But now it’s you and me talking on the phone til 4 AM About anything and everything
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| Making me feel young again like ain’t a damn thing changed
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| Ain’t a damn thing changed
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| Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway
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| To climb out your window
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| Get in girl, we’ll roll 'til the dirt road ends
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| You can climb up in that back seat
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| With your pretty little bare feet
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| Get the butterflies like we used to Got our innocence
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| Just like we’re 17 again
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| I thought them feelings was long gone baby
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| But you take me back in time
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| Just like spring break in Panama City
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| Girl from Indiana sure was pretty
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| But she ain’t got nothin’on you tonight
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| Cause you’re like the summer lovin’don’t come or go Never had to say goodbye
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| I wake up in the morning feeling like a first kiss
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| Every time your lips touch mine
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| Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway
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| To climb out your window
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| Get in girl, we’ll roll 'til the dirt road ends
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| You can climb up in that back seat
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| With your pretty little bare feet
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| Get the butterflies like we used to Got our innocence
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| Just like we’re 17 again
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| Lookin back I wish I could put you inside every memory
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| (Every memory)
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| You can be my first love
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| My first kiss
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| My first and last everything
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| Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway
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| And climb out your window
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| Get in girl, we’ll roll 'til the dirt road ends
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| You can climb up in that back seat
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| With your pretty little bare feet
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| Get your butterflies like we used to Got our innocence
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| Just like we’re 17 again
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| Yeah just like we’re 17 again
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| 17 Again
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| Oh |