Lyrics:

One, two, three, four

Back in high school we used to take it slow
Red lipstick on and high heel stilettos
Had a job downtown working the servo
Had me waiting in line couldn't even let go
(C'mon)
'Cause I never wanna be that guy
Who doesn't even get a taste
No more having to chase
To win that prize
(Hey)
You're just a little bit out of my limit
It's been two years now, haven't even seen the best of me
And in my mind now I've been over this a thousand times
But it's almost over
Let's start (over)

Back in high school we used to make up plans
Called you up one day to meet split ends
'Cause I never wanna be that guy
Who doesn't even get a taste
No more having to chase
To win that prize
You're just a little bit out of my limit
It's been two years now you haven't even seen the best of me
And in my mind now I've been over this a thousand times
'Cause it's almost over
Let's start over
Guitar solo

You're just a little bit out of my limit
(Lemme see your hands)
It's been two years now, haven't even seen the best of me
And in my mind now I've been over this a thousand times
'Cause it's almost over
Let's start (over)

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