Meet me behind my father’s shed
We’ll consummate this summer fling
You’ll go back to North Dakota
I won’t tell my boyfriend
Your number thrown away
Forget my name quickly
On the lake you were just my pawn
Holding my hand to make them stare
I needed an older boyfriend
Me in a bikini
You certainly liked that
Cokes and fooling around
You were a fan, Insane Clown Posse
I hated that about you so much
But you were tall and had a six pack
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