1965 Lyrics by Jessie Murph
My hair is ***, *** is cheap, it’s a great time to be alive
Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen
We’d go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday
You’d go to work and I’d stay home and sing and do fun things
I might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn’t hit me on Snapchat
Don’t *** text me at 2 a.m. sayin’, “Where you at, at?” Boy, *** you
You’d handwrite me letters when you went away
You’d make me feel better, you’d know what to say
And maybe you’d still be a ho
But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn’t know
I want you to love me (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
Like it’s 1965, oh (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
I want you to want me (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
I think I’d give up a few rights (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
If you would just love me like it’s 1965
You’d show up at the door with flowers and ask me
What I am doing an hour half past 3
We’d go to diners and movies and such
We’d just hold hands and I’d love every touch
And I would be twenty, and it’d be acceptable
For you to be forty, and that is *** up, I know
But at least you wouldn’t drive off before I get in the *** door
You *** ***, *** you
I want you to love me (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
Like it’s 1965, oh (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
I want you to want me (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
I think I’d give up a few rights (Hair up ***, hair up ***, hair up ***)
If you would just love me like it’s 1965
I guess Bud Light didn’t exist
***, and I guess movies didn’t exist
Maybe they did, I’m not sure about that timeline, but
I’m sure about you are mine and I am yours
And I’d fight matadors
And Dirty Dancing wasn’t a thing yet, I love that movie, ***
But oh, we could read a lot of books