It was Friday night and the lights were shining, everyone was sitting in the stands. He was being scouted by a big time college, she played jumping in the marching band. In the parking lot, when the game was over, she had a bus to ride, but he pulled up in his buddy's truck and the door swung open wide. It was the quarterback, smiling her imaginary, how do you explain the style of the game in an all name play from the freshman class. She got out at a bonfire party, never had a drink before, but he held it to her lips as she took her first sip, and before she knew it, she had three more. Always heard that a girl's first time is a memory she'll never forget, she found out the hard way about love when she saw those pictures on the internet. Yeah, he was the quarterback, smiling her imaginary, who you gonna blame, the style of the game on an all name play in the freshman class. Yeah, he was the quarterback, smiling her imaginary, who you gonna blame, the style of the game on an all name play in the marching band. One day morning when the word got out, everybody picked a side, he had the school and the hotel too, and she had nothing but the truth inside. He was the quarterback, smiling her imaginary, who you gonna blame, the style of the game on an all name play in the freshman class. He was the quarterback, smiling her imaginary, he was the quarterback, she was in the freshman class. He was the quarterback, yeah, who you gonna blame, the style of the game on an all name play in the freshman class.