jump the gun

boot on the start line

pistol in the air

'quila in the glass and a cold

dead stare

two minutes in baby make your move

if you won't do it i'll do it for you

i ain't waitin' on you

no

i ain't waitin' for you

i jumped the gun

oh here i go again

i'm the one

don't know when to say when

was here for fun i wasn't looking for a friend

now we're kissing under covers and it's all just because i jumped the gun

whoa whoa whoa whoa

checkers on the flag

time to pay the tab

hoppin' in a cab

it's time to be bad

cigarette smoke

lipstick on your face

my place or yours

i'm good either way

oh babe my meter's runnin'

oh baby are you coming?

woke up in the morning pounding in my head

three empty bottles no sheets on the bed

baby rolled over and this is what he said

he said

babe i think i love you"