Almost Summer

Lemon gin, corn fields plowed under
Cigarettes, Southern Comfort
With your friends behind the bleachers tonight there's a dance
He's gonna be there 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
Avoid the rent-a-cops even though 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, and you're 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 eyes
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
I can't believe it
Looks like you blew it
He's got your name; he's got your number
He's driving away; Aw what a bummer 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 neighbors
The sun is warm
It's almost summer, yeah