1965

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 2am saying where you at at Boy fuck you You’d hand-write 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 Like it’s 1965 I want you to want me I think I’d give up a few rights 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 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 fucking door You fucking fuck fuck you I want you to love me Like it’s 1965 I want you to want me I think I’d give up a few rights 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 Dirty Dancing wasn’t a thing yet I love that movie fuck But oh We could read a lot of books