| I saw your picture in a paper, Honeymoon in Jamaica, she’s a lucky girl
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| You look so grown up in your black tux, from a ball cap in a pick up,
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| seems like another world
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| You and me and our big dreams, falling in love
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| We were two kids in the backseat, all fearless and young
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| I got the first kiss and she’ll get the last
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| She’s got the future, and I got the past
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| I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band
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| I got the boy, and she got the man
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| Yeah there’s the old you that I knew,
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| Fake IDs to get into those spring break bars
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| Back woods on a four wheel, hanging on tight, I can still feel my racing heart
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| And now you’re cleaned up with a hair cut, nice tie and shoes
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| If things were different and I had a choice, which would I choose?
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| I got the first kiss and she’ll get the last
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| She’s got the future and I got the past
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| I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding band
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| I got the boy and she got the man
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| I got the first kiss and she’ll get the last
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| We each got something, the other will never have
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| I got the long hair, hot head
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| She got the cool and steady hand
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| I got the boy and she got the man
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| I got the boy and she got the man |