17 and runnin 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

And you are my high
And you are my high just like

A joint or two just hanging 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 be jealous

Doo doo we've been singing the bad songs