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
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 fucking text me at 2 a.m. 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
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it’s 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
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
You’d show up at the door with flowers and ask me
What I am doing an hour half past 3
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 fucking door
You fucking fuck, fuck you
I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it’s 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
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
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 fight matadors
And Dirty Dancing wasn’t a thing yet, I love that movie, fuck
But oh, we could read a lot of books
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1965
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