17 and running up the stairs my baby bear 7 lonely hours that I've been without a shower Until You and I meet in the bathroom with the water on Steaming up the room with little but a towel on You are my high You are my high just like A joint or two just hangin out the window in September on the 28th I'll be dethroned and sent to clean up my act 4 months in a penitentiary where I can read and think I'll make it home Everything I said last night when we were in the car Telling you I knew I knew I knew that we would make it far Everyone in this town will see Someone like you could be with someone like me Even fairy tale characters would jealous