Seventeen, we owned those streets. Parking lot, that was our spot. That's where we'd always meet. And we'd roll on out in a pickup truck parade. Stake our claim with a fire in a field in the middle of Nowhere, USA.
She jumped in my truck in her bare feet. Slide on over to the middle seat. Baby, crack a window. Crank that AC high as it can go. Sign at the bank said it's 71.
Girl I know they just sat down your drink. And the band they just started to sing. Our friends will be here any minute now. We were supposed to party, we're gonna hang out.