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