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?