Arizona

I won't let you get a motorcycle Move to Arizona, change your albm title It was right the first time We were right the second time I know I've got to leave at 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've 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 Mismathced socks, white shirt, smooth sailing Country club nights, nightclubs, contrailing If I had a pussy it'd be mine you're railing Always 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