Lady A
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I still smell the smoke
I still taste the crowd
I still feel the line of love
The backseat with the windows halfway down
Yeah I still hear 'pour some sugar on me' in the tape deck
With both of us singin' along and I still hear me saying
Baby, not yet, not yet
We talk about our memories
Damn, girl, you put a few on me, on me
Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom
Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb
My heart's still stuck at a stop light
With you sittin' there next to me
And the red light won't turn green
Yeah, it won't turn green, damn you, seventeen
Damn you, seventeen
I still smell your hair
I still taste the salt
Mixed with the cherry on your lips
Afraid your momma might come home
I still see all of your vintage rock n' roll t-shirts
Hangin' on your closet door
Back when we didn't really know what we were
We were
We talk about our heartache
I still want another replay, replay
Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom
Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb
My heart's still stuck at a stop light
With you sittin' there next to me
And the red light won't turn green
Yeah, it won't turn green, damn you, seventeen
Damn you, seventeen
Well, I wanna call, but I bet your number's changed a couple times
A couple times ago, but I can't let you go
Life pulled on like a limo under the highway after the prom
Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last Hail Mary bomb
My heart's still stuck at a stop light
With you sittin' there next to me
And the red light won't turn green
No, it won't turn green, damn you, seventeen
Damn you, seventeen, damn you, seventeen