2 acessos
17 and running 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
You are my high
You are my high just like
A joint or two just hangin 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 jealous