Maybe i can see ya if i wait til July,
sometime then we could go for a drive,
roll down the windows, turn the radio up,
tell me all about the song red solo cup,
driving down Massa looking good in blue jeans,
i live to find out what this attraction means,
i'd love to again lay with a 99.9,
just to get drunk off her like fine wine,
currently you have me roaming through the wild,
throwing Molotov's into my fire,
then putting out the flames with a monsoon,
spend the rest of the night with me under a fool moon,
whenever you wear jeans and a button down shirt,
i bet you look good enough to hurt,
whenever my nights get a lil more darker,
i think of you in jeans and a button down shirt, then flip out like Peter Parker.