I still smell the smoke, I still taste the Crown I still feel the vinyl of the backseat With the windows halfway down Yeah, I still hear "Pour Some Sugar On Me" in the tape deck With both of us singing along And I still hear me saying, "Baby, not yet, not yet"
We talk about our memory Damn, girl, you put a few on me, on me
Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb And my heart's still stuck at a stoplight With you sitting there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green Damn you, seventeen Damn you, seventeen
I still smell your hair, I still taste the salt Mixed with the cherry on your lips Afraid your momma might come home I still see all of your vintage rock and roll t-shirts Hanging on your closet door Back when we really didn't know what we were What we were
We talk about our heartache I'm still wearing out the replay, replay
Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb And my heart's still stuck at a stoplight With you sitting there next to me And the red light won't turn green Yeah, it won't turn green Damn you, seventeen Damn you, seventeen
Well, I want to call But I bet your number's changed a couple times A couple towns ago, but I can't let you go
Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb And my heart's still stuck at a stoplight With you sitting there next to me And the red light won't turn green No, it won't turn green Damn you, seventeen Damn you, seventeenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
