For your little taste of freedom
Never around when you need him
Just when you wanna have fun
On streets that were paved with no plans
Wanted to mess around 3 and
Hope that the natives aren't done
Don't forget: this moment arrives every four years
Conversations been smothered by your cheers
To think for the rest of the boys
I never took notes before this one
This moment's too smart for your boyfriend
Don't believe in the books that he's read
Talk about time of the season
Never remember the reason
Should have listened to common instead
Gone in the car of the people
To eastern islands and film school
Photos of your prison stay