Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
And everything that I said was true
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well I lost track when those words were said,
You took the wheel and you steered us into my bed,
And soon we woke and I walked you home
It was pretty clear that it was hardly love.
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