[00:00.00] 作词 : Jason Collett
[00:00.00] 作曲 : Jason Collett
[00:00.00]Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under.
[00:04.81]Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
[00:10.22]With your friends behind the bleachers it's my first dance.
[00:18.33]He's gonna beat it in the high school gym
[00:23.11]It's almost summer, almost warm enough to swim.
[00:28.01]Backyards are waiting.
[00:31.06]He's got your name, he's got your number
[00:36.14]He's got your name, he's got your number
[00:46.90]The sun sets across the parking lot,
[00:51.20]Walking cool with your friends.
[00:54.26]Before the ready cops even know you're in the sand.
[00:59.32]The night is waiting
[01:02.39]Here he comes, you're a little nervous
[01:12.73]Here he comes; well you're getting up the courage, yeah
[01:23.53]The music sucks
[01:25.60]But he's your salvation
[01:28.46]Cherry lip gloss, you know what he's tasting yeah
[01:33.59]Yeah yeah yeah
[01:43.74]You're in his car getting high
[01:46.70]Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light
[01:51.81]Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes
[01:57.89]Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly,
[02:07.26]You're puking out the door with your pants around your knees
[02:12.47]But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
[02:18.16]You can't believe it
[02:23.25]Looks like you blew it
[02:26.10]He's got your name; he's got your number
[02:30.89]He's driving away; I want to bomb her yeah
[02:39.71]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[02:51.36]So you stumble home
[02:54.56]But you don't quite make it
[02:57.02]You wake up on the lawn
[02:59.63]Of your next door neighbor's
[03:02.74]The sun is warm.
[03:31.01][03:25.90][03:20.57][03:15.32][03:10.06][03:05.06]It's almost summer, yeah

作词 : Jason Collett
作曲 : Jason Collett
Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under.
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
With your friends behind the bleachers it's my first dance.
He's gonna beat it in the high school gym
It's almost summer, almost warm enough to swim.
Backyards are waiting.
He's got your name, he's got your number
He's got your name, he's got your number
The sun sets across the parking lot,
Walking cool with your friends.
Before the ready cops even know you're in the sand.
The night is waiting
Here he comes, you're a little nervous
Here he comes; well you're getting up the courage, yeah
The music sucks
But he's your salvation
Cherry lip gloss, you know what he's tasting yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
You're in his car getting high
Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light
Super toke, gets smoke in his eyes
Your head is swimming with the anticipation and suddenly,
You're puking out the door with your pants around your knees
But he's a nice boy so he drops you on your street.
You can't believe it
Looks like you blew it
He's got your name; he's got your number
He's driving away; I want to bomb her yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
So you stumble home
But you don't quite make it
You wake up on the lawn
Of your next door neighbor's
The sun is warm.
It's almost summer, yeah