1965

[Intro]
My hair is high, coke is cheap
It`s a great time to be alive
Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen

[Verse 1]
We`d go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday
You`d go to work and I`d stay home and sing and do fun things
I might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn`t hit me on Snapchat
Don`t fuckin` text me at 2 AM sayin`, "Where you at, at?", boy, fuck you
You`d handwrite me letters when you went away
You`d make me feel better, you`d know what to say
And maybe you`d still be a ho
But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn`t know

[Chorus]
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it`s 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I`d give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me
Like it`s 1965


[Verse 2]
You`d show up at the door with flowers and ask me
What I am doing an hour half past three
We`d go to diners and movies and such
We`d just hold hands and I`d love every touch and
I would be twenty, and it`d be acceptable for you to be forty
And that is fucked up, I know
But at least you wouldn`t drive off before I get in the fuckin` door
You fuckin` fuck, fuck you

[Chorus]
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it`s 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I`d give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me
Like it`s 1965

[Outro]
I guess Bud Light didn`t exist
Fuck, and I guess movies didn`t exist
Maybe they did, I`m not sure about that timeline, but
I`m sure about you are mine and I am yours
And I`d have nine daughters, and Dirty Dancing wasn`t a thing yet, I love that movie, fuck
But oh, woah, we`d read a lot of books, ah-la