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 in a pickup seems like another world and you and me in our big dreams falling in love we were two kids in the backseat all fearless she'll get she's got the future she's got the pass and I got the class ring she got the diamond in a wedding band and I got the boy and she got the man yeah there's an old you that I knew fake IDs to get into those spring break bars and backwoods on a four wheel hanging on tight I can still feel my racing heart and I cleaned up with a haircut nice tie and shoes if things were different I had a choice which would I choose? I got the first kiss she'll get the last we each got something the other will never have I got the long hair, the hot head she got the cool and steady hand I got the boy she got the man I got the boy and she got the man and she got the man