Arizona

I won't let you get a motorcycle

Move to Arizona, change your albm title

It was right the first time

We were right the second time

I know I've got to leave at 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've 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

Mismathced socks, white shirt, smooth sailing

Country club nights, nightclubs, contrailing

If I had a pussy it'd be mine you're railing

Always 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