I saw your picture in the paper, honeymoon in Jamaica, she's a lucky girl.
You look so grown up in your black tux, from a ball cap and a pickup.
Seems like another world.
You and me in our big dreams, falling in love.
We were two kids in the back seat, all fearless and young.
I got the first kiss, and she'll get the last.
She's got the future, and I got the past.
I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding bed.
I got the boy, she got the man.
Yeah, there's an old you that I knew.
They got D's to get into those spring break bars.
Backwoods on a four wheel, hanging on tight, I can still feel my racing heart.
And now you're cleaned up with a haircut, nice tie and shoes.
If things were different and I had a choice, which would I choose?
I got the first kiss, and she'll get the last.
She's got the future, and I got the past.
I got the class ring, she got the diamond and wedding bed.
I got the boy, she got the man.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
I got the first kiss, and she'll get the last.
We each got something the other will never have.
I got the long hair, hot head, she got the cool and steady hand.
I got the boy, and she got the man.
I got the boy, and she got the man.
I got the first kiss, and she'll get the last.
She's got the future, and I got the past.
I got the long hair, hot head, and she's got the cool and steady hand.
I got the boy, and she's got the man.
I got the boy, and she's got the past.