1965 Lyrics – Jessie Murph

Read the complete 1965 Lyrics by Jessie Murph along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Jessie Murph’s music, you can also explore Couldn’t Be Worse and A Little Too Drunk, two other songs by Jessie Murph.

[Intro]
My hair is high, coke is cheap
It’s a great time to be ali—
Studies are now saying that cigarettes are recommended and women belong in the kitchen

[Verse 1]
We go to church on a Sunday, wake up on Monday
You’d go to work and I’d stay at home and sing and do fun things
I might get a little slap-slap, but you wouldn’t hit me on Snapchat
Don’t fu*king text me at 2AM saying, “Where you at, at?”, boy, fu*k you
You didn’t write 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 hoe
But if you cheated, hell, I wouldn’t know

[Chorus]
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it’s 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I’d give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me
Like it’s 1965

[Verse 2]
You’d show up at the door with flowers and ask me
What I am doing an hour half past three
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 fu*ked up, I know
But at least you wouldn’t drive off before I get in the fu*king door
You fu*king fu*k, fu*k you

[Chorus]
I want you to love me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Like it’s 1965
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
Oh-oh
I want you to want me
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
I think I’d give up a few rights
(Hair up high, hair up high, hair up high)
If you would just love me
Like it’s 1965

[Outro]
I guess Bud Light didn’t exist
Fu*k it, I guess movies didn’t exist either
Maybe they did, I’m not sure about that timeline, but
I’m sure about that you are mine and I am yours
And God, if I had nine daughters
And Dirty Dancing wasn’t a thing yet, I love that movie, fu*k
But oh, you’d read a lot of books, ah-la