Empty Corona bottles on the floorboard of your Tahoe
Last spot in the parking lot
After the game trying not to get caught
Your jersey's on the ground
Layed next to my homecoming crown
Hot Indian summer time
Burnin up like these two headlights
Watching the flames get higher
Sliding your hand by the rip of my jeans
Kissing my lip gloss off
So deep in it
My head spinning like a dixie disco ball
We're breaking all the rules tonight
Time and shining in your eyes
Caught up in the moment
3 o'clock in the mornin' countin' haze
Livin our glory daze
Oh number seven stars
Drippin on my drunken heart
You and me tangled in between
Making midnight promises we can't keep
Laying on top of your leather jacket
Seventeen wishing that this would last yeah
Pass this Friday night
Sliding your hand by the rip of my jeans
Kissing my lip gloss off
So deep in it
My head spinning like a dixie disco ball
Breaking all the rules tonight
Time and shining in your eyes
Caught up in the moment
3 o'clock in the morning counting haze
Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)
Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)
One sip baby
Drive me crazy
Backseat leaning
Radio singing
Sliding your hands by the rip of my jeans
Kissing my lip gloss off
So deep in it
My head spinning like a dixie disco ball
Breaking all the rules tonight
Time and shining in your eyes
Caught up in the moment
3 o'clock in the morning
Counting haze
Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)
Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)
Living our glory daze (eh, eh, eh-yay)