| Hey, look at us
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| Two Sugar Land kids looking all grown up
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| The same ones that were too young to stay in love
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| But here we are, so good so far
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| Hey, baby, look at us
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| Sleeping on a mattress on the floor
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| When we got what we got and we don’t need nothing more
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| What a life, what a love, look at us
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| From «Hey, can I get your number?»
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| To «Whatcha doing Friday night?»
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| Straight through a teenage summer
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| To going on our fifth July
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| From porch lights and swingin' on swings
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| To real life doin' its thing
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| From some silly seventeen fling
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| To tryin' on rings
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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| Oo-ooh
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| Look at you
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| Looking at me like you always have
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| Looking for the ways to make me laugh
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| And just like that, it takes me back
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| Boy, right back
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| To «Hey, can I get your number?»
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| To «Whatcha doing Friday night?»
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| Straight through a teenage summer
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| To going on our fifth July
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| From porch lights and swingin' on swings
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| To real life doin' its thing
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| From some silly seventeen fling
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| To tryin' on rings
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| From close calls and almost walking out the door
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| Running so fast, straight back to the thing worth fighting for
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| It all started with a «Hey, can I get your number?»
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| To «Whatcha doing Friday night?»
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| Straight through a teenage summer
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| To going on our fifth July
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| From not knowing what it all means
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| When real life is doin' its thing
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| From some silly seventeen fling
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| To tryin' on rings
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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| Oo-ooh, to tryin' on rings
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh
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| Oo-ooh, oo-ooh |