Every day, every night, I can only think of us On the coast, in July, when you thought you said too much Guess it don't always go like the stories we've been told 'Cause you're gone and you're fine

I don't want a girl who gets a car for her sweet sixteen Or spends a stack of dollar bills on a limousine I want a girl who takes the bus and who wears baggy jeans Rockin' Nike Airs, what the hell