The weekend before first semester ends
We're in Paul's room pounding miller lights
Listening to left speaker Marley
And I wonder if he's ever taken out the trash
So I step outside to get some air
Light a cigarette and see her walking there
Stack of books and a command
And she let herself into the dorm
Didn't see me beside the door
I don't wanna be a dirty teenage
I don't wanna be a dirty teenage
I don't wanna be a dirty teenage boy
Suffice it to say she didn't see me
All of a hundred pounds and skinny jeans
Reeking of tobacco and egg and cheese
But in the moment the door shut she had become my world
So I step outside to get some air
Light a cigarette and imagine her there
With a smile and her hand in my hand
And she led us both into the dorm
I was standing beside her for sure
I don't wanna be a dirty teenage
I don't wanna be a dirty teenage
I don't wanna be a dirty teenage boy
I just wanna be your friend
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