In the place my parents Never wanted me to be Never dreamed I’d be Their perfect daughter Off at college Studying, of course Even on weekends In your frat house In sweaty dark rooms Lit only by black lights With music blaring So loud You feel the bass in your Not well covered chest Solo cup in hand Already feeling the room Begin to spin
You’re the boy my parents Never wanted me to meet And the guy who would never Have gone to my high school And the one my friends Would have hated Back then With the pierced lip And tattoos And smoking And drinking Getting handsy And speaking fast, fluent Spanish The later it gets On a Friday night
You were everything they never wanted for me And everything I needed you to be