[Intro]
My hair is high, coke is cheap
It's a great time to be alive
Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen

[Verse 1]
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 2 AM 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 ho
But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn't know

[Chorus]
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it's 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I'd give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me
Like it's 1965
[Verse 2]
You'd show up at the door with flowers and ask me
What I am doing 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

[Chorus]
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it's 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I'd give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me
Like it's 1965

[Outro]
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 you are mine and I am yours
And I'd have nine daughters, and Dirty Dancing wasn't a thing yet, I love that movie, fuck
But oh, woah, we'd read a lot of books, ah-la