Eighty dollars round trip, anywhere you fly Well, that sounds like a winner, but before I book the flight Hey, talk me out of Tampa Well, tell me 'bout
That first little kiss from your school sweetheart Parked in the dark in your parents car Take her by the hand, gaze in her eyes Feel the first flutter
She hates goin' anywhere in my old truck She says: It's always muddy and it rides so rough And there ain't no graceful way to climb up in a dress Yeah