Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
with your friends behind the bleachers it's my first dance
He's gonna beat it in the high school gym

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 in the sand
The night is waiting

Here he comes, you're a little nervous
Here he comes