I still smell the smoke, I still taste the Crown
I still feel the vinyl of the backseat
With the windows halfway down
Yeah, I still hear "Pour Some Sugar On Me" in the tape deck

With both of us singing along
And I still hear me saying, "Baby, not yet, not yet"

We talk about our memory
Damn, girl, you put a few on me, on me

Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom
Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb
And my heart´s still stuck at a stoplight
With you sitting there next to me
And the red light won´t turn green
Yeah, it won´t turn green
Damn you, seventeen
Damn you, seventeen

I still smell your hair, I still taste the salt
Mixed with the cherry on your lips
Afraid your momma might come home
I still see all of your vintage rock and roll t-shirts
Hanging on your closet door
Back when we really didn´t know what we were
What we were

We talk about our heartache
I´m still wearing out the replay, replay

Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom
Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb
And my heart´s still stuck at a stoplight
With you sitting there next to me

And the red light won´t turn green
Yeah, it won´t turn green
Damn you, seventeen
Damn you, seventeen

Well, I want to call
But I bet your number´s changed a couple times
A couple towns ago, but I can´t let you go

Love pulled out like a limo onto the highway after the prom
Time ran down like a scoreboard on the last hail mary bomb
And my heart´s still stuck at a stoplight
With you sitting there next to me
And the red light won´t turn green
No, it won´t turn green
Damn you, seventeen

Damn you, seventeen