Karaoké 1965 Jessie Murph

We'd go to church on a Sunday

Wake up on Monday

You'd go to work and I'd stay home and sing and do fun things

I might get a little slap-slap but you wouldn't hit me on Snapchat

Don't fuckin' text me at two A.M. sayin' Where you at, at

Boy fuck you

You'd handwrite me letters when you went away

You'd make me feel better

You'd know what to say

And maybe you'd still be a hoe but if you cheated hell I wouldn't know

I want you to love me like it's nineteen sixty-five

Oh oh

I want you to want me

I think I'd give up a few rights

If you would just love me like it's nineteen sixty-five

You'd show up at the door with flowers and ask me what I am doin' an hour half past three

We'd go to diners and movies and such

We'd just hold hands and I'd love every touch and

I would be twenty and it'd be acceptable for you to be forty

And that is fucked up I know

But at least you wouldn't drive off before I get in the fuckin' door

You fuckin' fuck, fuck you

I want you to love me like it's nineteen sixty-five

Oh oh

I want you to want me

I think I'd give up a few rights

If you would just love me like it's nineteen sixty-five

I guess Bud Light didn't exist

Fuck and I guess movies didn't exist

Maybe they did

I'm not sure about that timeline but

I'm sure about that you are mine and I am yours

And I'd fight matadors

And Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet

I love that movie, fuck

But oh we could read a lot of books

Hah la