Arizona
Ms. White
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