You weren't old enough to buy beer so you said, "Pretty please,"
You are preaching to the choir and we all sing, "Ooh"
We're all looking for a 6-pack and a hand to grip,
and I'll get you yours if you get my drift
Ooh
Can you get away?
I wouldn't trust you with this burden
Can you get away?
I wouldn't speak if you hadn't heard it
Can you? Can you? Can you? Can you? Can you get away?
You can kick and scream but I won't play nice
If the price is right I could make your night
Ooh
It hangs and pulls at the corners now
A smile through my gated mouth
Did you forget what it feels like? Does it feel right?