1965

My hair is high, coke is cheap, it's a great time to be alive

Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen

We'd go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday

You'd go to work and I'd stay home and sing and do fun things

I might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn't hit me on Snapchat

Don't fucking text me at 2 a.m. sayin', "Where you at, at?" Boy, fuck you

You'd handwrite 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 ho

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, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)

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 3

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 fucking door

You fucking fuck, fuck you

I want you to love me (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)

Like it's 1965, oh (Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)

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, and I guess movies didn't exist

Maybe they did, I'm not sure about that timeline, but

I'm sure about you are mine and I am yours

And I'd fight matadors

And Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet, I love that movie, fuck

But oh, we could read a lot of books