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You look like a dumb boy, my favorite type
We're always getting into fun, boy, down for the night
And now we're living on the run, boy, Bonnie and Clyde
You look me dead in the eyes, I'm carving hearts with a knife
Oh, oh, whoa-oh, you seem to like me like that
So I need to know, whoa
If you'll take me home after this party turns black
Will we leave alone? Ooh-whoa-oh
Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat
I'll get drunk and freaky if you ask me
Kiss me like a lover in the movies
I feel like I'm living in a wet dream
One, two, three, four, I declare a slut war
Five, six, seven, eight, hold your liquor, walk straight
N-nine, 10, 11, 12, we're all going straight to Hell
(Wake up in a prison cell) I pay all the bail myself
Oh, oh, whoa-oh, you seem to like me like that
So I need to know, whoa-oh
Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat
I'll get drunk and freaky if you ask me
Kiss me like a lover in the movie
I feel like I'm living in a wet dream
Let's get high and pass out in the front yard
Take it off and touch me 'til we go hard
Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat
I feel like I'm living in a wet dream
Pull me closer to you
Hold me in your arms
Feel it running through you
Don't stop once you start
Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat
I'll get drunk and freaky if you ask me
Kiss me like a lover in the movies
I feel like I'm living in a wet dream
Let's get high and pass out in the front yard
Take it off and touch me 'til we go hard
(Let's) play spin the bottle in the back seat
I feel like I'm living in a wet dream
