| The weekend before first semester ends
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| We’re in Paul’s room pounding miller lights
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| Listening to left speaker Marley
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| And I wonder if he’s ever taken out the trash
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| So I step outside to get some air
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| Light a cigarette and see her walking there
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| Stack of books and a command
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| And she let herself into the dorm
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| Didn’t see me beside the door
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| I don’t wanna be a dirty teenage
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| I don’t wanna be a dirty teenage
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| I don’t wanna be a dirty teenage boy
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| Suffice it to say she didn’t see me
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| All of a hundred pounds and skinny jeans
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| Reeking of tobacco and egg and cheese
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| But in the moment the door shut she had become my world
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| So I step outside to get some air
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| Light a cigarette and imagine her there
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| With a smile and her hand in my hand
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| And she led us both into the dorm
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| I was standing beside her for sure
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| I don’t wanna be a dirty teenage
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| I don’t wanna be a dirty teenage
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| I don’t wanna be a dirty teenage boy
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| I just wanna be your friend |