I said no more teachers And no more books I got a kiss under the bleachers Hoping that nobody looks Lips like liquorish Tongue like candy Excuse me miss but can I get you out your panties?
In the back of the car On the way to the bar I got you on my list [I got you on my list] At the foot of the stairs With my fingers in your hair Baby, this is it
Well my first kiss went a little like this I said no more sailors And no more soldiers With your name in a heart Tattooed up on the shoulders Your kiss is like whiskey It gets me drunk And I wake up in the morning with the taste of your tongue
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