I'ma crawl out the window now
'Cause I don't like anyone around
Kinda hope you're followin' me out
But this is definitely not my crowd

Nineteen, but you act twenty-five now
Knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow
Ripped jeans and a cup that you just downed
Take me where the music ain't too loud
Trade drinks, but you don't even know her
Save me 'til the party is over
Kiss me in the seat of your Rover
Real sweet, but I wish you were sober

(Wish you were so—, wish you were so—, wish you were sober)
I wish you were sober
(Wish you were so—, wish you were so—, wish you were sober)
I wish you were sober