Making out in the back of Wooly's
to a band whose songs we don't know.
Stepping on your new vans,
your hands all over my chest
That's just how it goes
That's just how it goes
Next morning making coffee
You spill some on the floor
while filling up two
one for me, one for you
That's just how it goes
That's just how it goes
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