| I can still hear my boombox boomin', shakin my bedroom walls
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| Turn it down boy that hair metal noise don’t sound like music at all
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| I can still see that next door neighbor girl face down in the sun
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| On her trampoline with that little string of her bikini top undone
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| I miss when time moved slower and too loud sounded good
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| And work meant pushin' a mower all over my neighborhood
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| I miss when a’s and b’s were all I had to worry about
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| And love was seven minutes in heaven and spinnin' a bottle around
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| I can still smell mama’s fried chicken in the kitchen right after church
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| Every Sunday be a pickup game
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| In the yard 'til somebody got hurt
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| I can still feel my knees buckle
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| With the taste of that first kiss
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| Bubblegum mixed with cherry chapstick and I couldn’t wait to do it again
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| I miss when time moved slower and too loud sounded good
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| And work meant pushin' a mower all over my neighborhood
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| I miss when a’s and b’s were all I had to worry about
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| And love was seven minutes in heaven and spinnin' a bottle around
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| I miss when time moved slower and too loud sounded good
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| And work meant pushin' a mower all over my neighborhood
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| I miss when a’s and b’s were all I had to worry about
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| And love was seven minutes in heaven and spinnin' a bottle around
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| Yeah, love was seven minutes in heaven
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| And spinnin' a bottle around
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| Yeah, I miss when |