Put your books down, let's go dance, late Tuesday
To a hot soul band, rent beer that we can't stand
Two slices and cola, okay
We're different and that's okay
Stay up all night and we'll sleep all day
And you know what you want to do
And you're working hard to see that through, but
Tease you about your Tupperware labels
You bug me about leaving my stuff on your table
I'd be at your place when I was able
I guess we just ran out of time
Dressed up, we're going out
To a fancy place on Stradbroke Street
Tiny bites, tiny food, there's a tiny chance
We'll get drunk and we'll have to cab back
You got school tomorrow, okay
I'll wake up early and I'll drive you there, okay
And pick you up at 6 PM
Take you home, we'll do it all again, but
Tease you about your Tupperware labels
You bug me about leaving my stuff all over the table
Be there when I was able
I guess we just ran out of time
I guess we ran out of time
I guess we ran out of time
You and me ran out of time
You and me
You and me ran out of time
You and me ran out of time
You and me ran out of time
Ran out of time
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