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Remember that summer when we swore
we had the wildest time
At the wheel of your Daddy's convertible
You took me for a ride
The wind put me to sleep
So you drove us to the west coast
I still think that's the reason
That my Daddy hates you most
Calm down, angel
Please don't say it's too late
To go back
Late night on russian roulette
In your back seat
We couldn't get a hotel room
Cause I didn't look 18
The things you did to me
While listening to the Bob Dylan tape
I swore to God
You could've gone to jail for ***
And I loved it
Calm down, angel
Please don't say it's too late
To go back
Let's meet tonight at the tracks