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So High School


I feel so high school, Every time I look at you
I want to find you in a crowd, Just to hide from you
And in the blink of a crinklin' eye, I'm sinkin', our fingers entwined
Cheeks pink in the twinklin' lights, Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me
I'll drink what you think and I'm high, from smokin' your jokes all damn night
The brink of a wrinkle in time, Bittersweet 16 suddenly
I'm watching 'American Pie' with you on a Saturday night
Your friends are around, so be quiet
I'm trying to stifle my sighs
'Cause I feel so high school
Every time I look at you
But look at you
Are you gonna marry, kiss or kill me?
It's just a game but really
I'm bettin' on all three for us two
Get my car door, isn't that sweet
Then pull me to the backseat
No one's ever had me, not like you
Truth, dare, spin bottles
You know how to ball, I know Aristotle

Brand new, full throttle
Touch me while your bros play 'Grand Theft Auto'
It's true, swear, scouts honor
You knew what you wanted, and boy, you got her
Brande new, full throttle
You already know, babe
I feel like laughin'
In the middle of practice
Do that impression you did of your dad again
I'm hearin' voices like a madman
And in the blink of a crinklin' eye
I'm sinkin', our fingers entwined
Cheeks pink in the twinklin' lights
Tell me 'bout the first time you saw me
I'll drink what you think and I'm high

From smokin' your jokes all damn night
The brink of a wrinkle in time
Bittersweet 16 suddenly
I'm watching 'American Pie' with you on a Saturday night
Your friends are around so be quiet
I'm tryin' to stifle my sighs
'Cause I feel so high school
Every time I look at you

But look at you
Truth, dare, spin bottles
You know how to ball, I know Aristotle
Brand new, full throttle
Touch me while your bros play 'Grand Theft Auto'
It's true, swear, scouts honor
You know what you wanted and boy, you got her
Brand new, full throttle
You already know, babe

You already know, babe


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