That's a death-defying walk she's got
Dancing to the parking lot, ooh eighteen

What she does to t-shirts
So good makes my eyes hurt, ooh, eighteen

Somebody ought to write a song about it so I did
Makes me wish I was a kid again, eighteen

We were made out of asbestos
Dairy Queen for breakfast at eighteen, eighteen

Rock and roll was king
and cars were everything at eighteen, eighteen
Nobody could have told us anything and if they tried
It gave us something to fight about at eighteen

Blue jeans, young hearts knockin' out big dreams
You and me work we're burning like gasoline
It's amazing that we ever lived past, eighteen

Shooting city limit signs
Chasing girls and wasting time, ooh, eighteen
Pretending we were tough
Telling stories that we made up, ooh, eighteen
Dressing like the pictures hanging in our bedroom
We tore out of a magazine, at eighteen

Cruisin' in convertibles, completely indestructible
We were hookin' up and hangin' out
Believing what we sang about, eighteen
Kroeger on a Friday night, making circles out of headlights
Yeah it felt so good being alive, eighteen

Writer : AARON PRITCHETT, WILLIE WILSON, ROBERT MERRETT
Copyright : Lyrics © RED CAPE SONGS OBO OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP