| Jessie, I’m not joking around
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| I see the crowd you’re hanging with and those kids don’t seem positive
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| Don’t all the cigs make you tired?
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| You know I’d never ask you to change, I’ll only ask you to try
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| I know you’re gonna do what I know you’re gonna do
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| But 22 and banging around in restaurants
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| Isn’t that much prettier than banging around in bars
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| And why do you keep going to his car?
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| I don’t want this to stop, I want you to know
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| I don’t want you to settle, I want you to grow
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| Forget all the boys that you had at the harbor
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| They’re too hard already, they’ll only get harder
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| Jessie, let’s go for a ride
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| I know a place that we can stop
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| I know a place that we could drink and kiss for awhile
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| I know a place that always makes you smile
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| I know you’re gonna say what I know you’re gonna say
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| I know you’ll look at the ground, I know you’ll probably cry
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| You’re a beautiful girl and you’re a pretty good waitress
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| But Jessie, I don’t think I’m the guy
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| I don’t want this to stop, I want you to know
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| I don’t want you to settle, I want you to grow
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| Forget everything that I showed you this summer
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| You’re too hard already, you’ll only get harder
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| But they didn’t name her for a saint
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| They named her for a storm
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| So how’s she supposed to think about
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| How it’s gonna feel in the morning?
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| She said if heaven’s hypothetical
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| And if the cigs keep you warm
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| Then how’s she supposed to think about
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| How it’s gonna move in the morning?
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| About how it’s gonna move in the morning
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| About how it’s gonna move in the morning
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| Hurricane Jessie’s gonna crash into the harbor this summer
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| She don’t want to wait 'til she gets older
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| Hurricane Jessie’s gonna crash into the harbor this summer
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| She don’t want to wait, she said it only gets harder |