...brought Me One Hell Of A Mayflower

i don't know what true love is
but i hope it's something just like this
and even bloodshot your eyes
are as pretty as the morning sunrise

well i could sit here with you for hours
cause the spot smells like smoke and
your hair smells like flowers and
i wouldn't have it anyother way

well i could sit here with you for days
cause you're so funny drunk and i know
that nothing ever stays

so let's pop the cap off another corona and
fit that rebel teen persona
cause every thought i get
makes my catholic morals have a fit