Man I swear she's just like tons of girls, she expects the free drinks I go to your room every weekend It's been this way for As long as I can remember And we hang out And play drinking games And I play "beertender" For the both of us Pulling almost cold Natty's Out of your alphabet patterned fridge And I fall more in love with you And I think you fall more in love with me And we take another sip Drinking whiskey, she likes ***** strong And your girlfriend hates me With you When you put your arm on my waist Or you pull me so close And then let one hand linger On my *** when you pull away Or rapping in each others' faces Or stealing your snapback Just to make you Steal it again And she can't stand when you push my hair Behind my ear To whisper song lyrics to me My clothing's on, we both did wrong, I gotta go that's what I told her* And none of the Three of us Ever do anything To stop it