My hair is high, coke is cheap
It's a great time to be ali—
Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen
We go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday
You'd go to work and I'd stay at home and sing and do fun things
I might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn't hit me on Snapchat
Don't fuckin' text me at 2AM sayin': Where you at, at?
Boy, fuck you
You didn't 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 hoe
But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn't know
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it's 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I'd give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
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 fuckin' door
You fuckin' fuck, fuck you
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it's 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I'd give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me
Like it's 1965
I guess Bud Light didn't exist
Fuck it, I guess movies didn't exist either
Maybe they did, I'm not sure about that timeline, but
I'm sure about that you are mine and I am yours
And God, if I had nine daughters
And Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet, I love that movie, fuck
But oh, you'd read a lot of books, ah-la
