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• Artiste: Corey Smith
• Titre: Twenty-One
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When I was only seventeen, couldn't wait for twenty one I'd hang around on Clayton Street in the bars there gettin' drunk A baseball cap and a fake ID would get me in the clubs Then I would dance with the college girls and lie about who I was I'd say "I'm pre-Med. here at UGA, live on Milledge Avenue. I was raised over in Buckhead, I drive a BMW." I was breakin' hearts and takin' names and numbers just for fun. Stealin' kisses wishin' I was twenty one. When Thursdays came and pocket change would quickly disappear Upstairs at Lowry's Tavern, we'd pay a nickel for every beer Shootin' pool, smokin' cigarettes with a dizzy head and a grin Four A.M. on a school night, still hangin' out with my friends One hour's sleep on a dirty couch, no shower, off to school Smellin' just like a brewery with a bad hangover too The teachers all would hassle me: "Stay awake, pay attention" I was catchin' hell, wishin' I was twenty one. The youngest one of all my friends, I didn't act my age Too cool for the football games and the homecoming parades Now I look back and I have to smile, cause boy it was fun Bein' seventeen, wishin' I was twenty one Now I'm only twenty six, feelin' more like fourty three My hairline's disappearing, and I never get ID'd My clothes are out of fashion, no I'm not cool anymore In the bed by ten o'clock each night, and up at half-past four Still I go down to that college town when the Bulldogs play at home I drink keg beer from a trash can til the whole damn thing is gone Then I look at all those college girls so innocent and young And I just check 'em out, and say "Damn... I wish I was twenty one"