Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under   Cigarettes, Southern Comfort   With your friends behind the bleachers   It's not this dance, he?s gonna be there   In the high school gym      And it?s almost summer   Almost warm enough to swim   Backyards are waiting      He?s got your name   He?s got your number   He?s got your name   He?s got your number      The sun sets across the parking lot   Walking cool with your friends   Before the ready cops   Even know you?re innocent   The night is waiting      Here he comes   You?re a little nervous   Here he comes   Well, you?re getting up the courage, yeah      The music sucks   But he?s your salvation   Cherry lip gloss   You know what he?s tasting, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah      You?re in his car getting high   Pair of fuzzy dice by the dashboard light   Super toke, gets smoke in his eye   Your head is swimming   With the anticipation      And suddenly you?re puking out the door   With your pants around your knees   But he?s a nice boy   So he drops you on your street   You can?t believe it, looks like you blew it      He?s got your name   He?s got your number   He?s driving away   Oh, what a bummer, yeah   Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah      So you stumble home   But you don?t quite make it   You wake up on the lawn   Of your next door neighbor?s   The sun is warm   It?s almost summer, yeah      It?s almost summer, yeah   It?s almost summer, yeah   It?s almost summer, yeah   It?s almost summer, yeah      It?s almost summer, yeah   It?s almost summer, yeah   It?s almost summer, yeah   It's