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 pick up, seems like another world
You and me and our big dreams, falling in love
We were two kids in the backseat, all fearless and youngI got the first kiss
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 band
I got the boy
And she got the manThere's the old you that I knew
Fake ID's to get into those spring break bars
Back woods on a four wheel, I can still feel my racing heart
Now your cleaned up with a hair cut
Nice tie and shoes
If things were different and I had a choice
Which would I chooseI got the first kiss
She'll get the last
We each got something, the other will never have
I got the long hair, hot headed
She got the cool and steady hand
I got the boy
And she got the manI got the boy
And she got the man