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[Verse 1 — Jed] Jenna was supposed to come tonight, We had trouble on the shelf, Nic was looking way too pretty, I was not behaving myself. We’d been throwing little matches At a gasoline parade, Talking big about the trouble Three bad minds could’ve made. “Would you rather” started harmless, Then went sideways pretty fast, Every answer getting dirtier Than the question that was asked. Then the clock kept rolling faster, And the message finally came: “Too late now, I can’t make it,” And one a.m. took all the blame. Nic just sighed across the kitchen, I poured something strong instead, ’Cause Jenna never crossed the doorway, But she sure got in my head. [Pre-Chorus] We had sparks without the fire, Had the key without the lock, Had a whole lotta bad intentions Till we ran out of clock. [Chorus — Jed & Nic] Damn that one a.m. curfew, Killed the party at the gate, We had plans to test the mattress— Now the mattress has to wait. Jed was ready for some dreaming, Nic had wandering hands in mind, We had all night worth of trouble And not enough damn time. You’re sweet enough to make us smile, Hot enough to wreck the room, Beautiful from heart to body, And has a dangerous moon. So Jenna, next time come much earlier, Don’t leave temptation on the shelf, ’Cause all this teasing’s like a bottle— Sooner or later pours itself. [Verse 2 — Nic] I had lipstick, hair, and patience, All three wasted after twelve, Had a few ideas for Jenna I was keeping to myself. She’s got that smile that starts a fire, That walk that makes you stare, And a way of saying innocent things That ain’t innocent anywhere. And Jed’s been asking for more messages, Like the man ain’t fed enough, Every buzz lights up his whole damn face— Boy is starving for that stuff. Then he acts like he’s just curious, Like we don’t know his game, Checks his phone and tries to hide it Every time he sees her name. I’m trying hard to stay respectable, But respect has left the room, And when she talks about “coming over,” My imagination blooms. [Pre-Chorus] We had sparks without the fire, Had the key without the lock, Had the whole damn barn door open Till we ran out of clock. [Chorus — Jed & Nic] Damn that one a.m. curfew, Killed the party at the gate, We had plans to test the mattress— Now the mattress has to wait. Jed was ready for some dreaming, Nic had wandering hands in mind, We had all night worth of trouble And not enough damn time. [Verse 3 — Jed] Now I’m lying here imagining All the trouble we postponed, Nic is laughing ’cause she knows damn well I’m not sleeping here alone. Not alone inside my dirty mind, Where Jenna stole the show, And I’m hoping when my phone lights up It’s another message coming through. Send another “Would You Rather,” Make it one I shouldn’t read, Give me two impossible choices And then act shocked when I pick three. And speaking of postponed business, There’s a promise we still owe: Nic and Jenna both want their rubs, And apparently I’m running the show. One wants mound rubs, the other on her nips Both will get at least one boop, And somehow i have to impress A brave and hot state troop. [Bridge] We had honey for the biscuit, Had the butter for the bread, Had a whole list of bad ideas Running circles through our heads. Had two girls requesting massages, Had one man feeling blessed, Had “Would You Rather” questions Nobody should answer via text. [Final Chorus — Jed & Nic] Damn that one a.m. curfew, You stole glory from tonight, We had loaded double meanings And nowhere to aim them right. Jed needs several more messages, Nic still wants you close and near, And both of you can claim your rubs When we finally get you here. You’re gorgeous when you’re laughing, Even better when you flirt, Got a heart made out of sunshine And a mouth that gets us hurt. So Jenna, next time come much earlier, Bring that wicked little grin, Bring your “Would You Rather” questions, Let the bad decisions begin. [Outro] One a.m. took the evening, But it didn’t cool the flame, Jed’s still checking for your messages, Nic’s still plotting just the same. The rubs are waiting. The questions too. And all that teasing still remains— So next time beat the damn clock, Jenna, And quit wrecking all our plans.