17 and running up the stairs my baby bear
7 lonely hours that I’ve been without a shower
Until
You and I meet in the bathroom with the water on
Steaming up the room with little but a towel on

You are my high
You are my high just like

A joint or two just hangin out the window in September on the 28th I’ll be dethroned and sent to clean up my act
4 months in a penitentiary where I can read and think I’ll make it home

Everything I said last night when we were in the car
Telling you I knew I knew I knew that we would make it far
Everyone in this town will see
Someone like you could be with someone like me

Even fairy tale characters would jealous