You look like a dumb boy, my favorite type

We're always getting into fun, boy, down for the night

And now we're living on the run, boy, Bonnie and Clyde

You look me dead in the eyes, I'm carving hearts with a knife

Oh, oh, whoa-oh, you seem to like me like that

So I need to know, whoa

If you'll take me home after this party turns black

Will we leave alone? Ooh-whoa-oh

Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat

I'll get drunk and freaky if you ask me

Kiss me like a lover in the movies

I feel like I'm living in a wet dream

One, two, three, four, I declare a s**t war

Five, six, seven, eight, hold your liquor, walk straight

N-nine, 10, 11, 12, we're all going straight to Hell

(Wake up in a prison cell) I pay all the bail myself

Oh, oh, whoa-oh, you seem to like me like that

So I need to know, whoa-oh

Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat

I'll get drunk and freaky if you ask me

Kiss me like a lover in the movie

I feel like I'm living in a wet dream

Let's get high and pass out in the front yard

Take it off and touch me 'til we go hard

Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat

I feel like I'm living in a wet dream

Pull me closer to you

Hold me in your arms

Feel it running through you

Don't stop once you start

Let's play spin the bottle in the back seat

I'll get drunk and freaky if you ask me

Kiss me like a lover in the movies

I feel like I'm living in a wet dream

Let's get high and pass out in the front yard

Take it off and touch me 'til we go hard

(Let's) play spin the bottle in the back seat

I feel like I'm living in a wet dream