7 2 H V N

True the playing field has browned
And the bleachers are torn down
Oh but I can still imagine that home plate
Can’t ya baby, member me
Writhing in the dirt, wearing nothing
But your class ring
Is that something that you miss

I’m no better than I was back then
But I’m much better than I could have become
Lean a ladder baby, climb on in
Seven to heaven in your mama’s Lincoln

Through those bushes we burned down
To that back room we made out
I can still remember them rollerskates
When you pulled em off of me
Playing in my skirt, we were pushing
To the faucet dripping
Should we redo our first kiss

I’m no better than I was back then
But I’m much better than I could have become
Lean a ladder baby, climb on in
Seven to heaven in your mama’s Lincoln

We could do it right or honey
We could do it wrong
We could do it any way
You’re readin up on
Let me be your teacher, kid
Or show me how it’s done
Doesn’t really matter
Long as no one knows it’s going on

I’m no better baby
I’m no better baby
But I’m much better baby
I’m no better baby
I’m no better baby
I’m no better baby
But I’m much better baby