I won't let you get a motorcycle Move to Arizona, change your album title It was right the first time We were right the second time I know I've got to leave ar four A.M 'Cause you've got to sleep to be a stronger man By the time you hit twenty-five It's getting harder to avert my eyes, my eyes, my eyes How come I don't have the code to your front door By now, by now, by now How come you shush me when I moan too loud Too loud, too loud, too loud Sometimes I think it would've been me I'm there to meet your old high school fling She's got brown eyes and brown hair and she's got that Brown degree And I'm just a bleach bitch She's that tan on the beach bitch I know your taste buds are so fucking ordinary But you got to get used to this diferrent tasting cherry 'Cause I got you with wide eyes And I'll make sure that I catch the light, the light, the light How come I don't have the code to your front door By now, by now, by now How come you shush me when I moan too loud Too loud, too loud, too loud Sometimes I think it would've been me Mismatched socks, white shirt, smooth sailing Country club nights, nightclubs, contrailing If I had a pussy it'd be mine you're railing Aways on the rant 'bout your mom or the Hamptons Got that kinda hair I can sink my hands in Don't care 'bout your mother or the goddamn Hamptons Sometimes I think it would've been me