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There ain't nothing like the first love baby
Remember them high school days
Friday nights, Homecoming dances,
Giving my old letterman jacket away,
To old what's her name,

Now it's you and me,
Talking on the phone till 4am,
About anything and everything,
Making me feel young again,
Like ain't a damn thing changed,
Ain't a damn thing changed,

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway,
Climb out your window,
Get in girl,
We roll till the dirt road ends,
You can climb up in that back seat,
With your pretty little bare feet,
Get them butterflies like we've still got our innocence,
Just like we're 17 again,

Thought those feelings were long gone baby,
But you take me back in time,
Just like spring break in Panama City,
Girl from Indiana sure was pretty,
She ain't got nothing on you, tonight,
Cause you're like a summer lovin don't come and go,
Never have to say goodbye,
I wake up in the morning feeling like a first kiss every time your lips touch mine,

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway,
Climb out your window,
Get in girl,
We roll till the dirt road ends,
You can climb up in that back seat,
With your pretty little bare feet,
Get them butterflies like we've still got our innocence,
Just like we're 17 again,

Looking back now,
I wish I could put you inside every memory,
(Every memory)
You could be my first love,
My first kiss,
My first and last everything,

Makes me wanna sneak down your driveway,
Climb out your window,
Get in girl,
We roll till the dirt road ends,
You can climb up in that back seat,
With your pretty little bare feet,
Get them butterflies like we still got our innocence,
Like we were 17 again,

Just like we were 17 again,

17 again.

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