Lyrics:

Write your name on the back of my record jackets
If you upped and ran, I don't think I could hack it
But I'm much more alive when you're not in my eyes
Drawing dragonflies in my paperbacks all night

Cider with the guys
Having sex in the sky
I think I hate you, but I don't know why

Cider with the guys
Having sex in the sky
I think I hate you, but I don't know why

Cider with the guys
Having sex in the sky
I think I hate you, but I don't know why

Cider with the guys
Having sex in the sky
I think I hate you, but I don't know why