Quarterback

Quarterback - Kira Isabella

It was Friday night

And the lights were shinin

Everyone was sittin in the stands

He was being scouted by a big time college

She played trumpet 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

He was the quarterback

Smilin at her imagine that

How do you explain the star of the game

And the no-name girl from the freshman class

She got out at a bonfire party

Never had a drink before

But he held it to her lips

And she took her first sip

and Before she knew it she had three more

She 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

Smilin at her imagine that

Who you gonna blame the star of the game

Or the no-name girl in the freshman class

He was the quarterback

Smilin at her imagine that

Who you gonna blame the star of the game

Or the no-name girl in the marching band

Monday morning when the word got out

Everybody picked a side

He had the school and the whole town too

And she had nothing but the truth inside

He was the quarterback

Smilin at her imagine that

Who you gonna blame the star of the game

Or the no-name girl in the freshman class

He was the quarterback

Smilin at her imagine that

He was the quarterback quarterback

She was in the freshman class

He was a quarterback yeah

Who you gonna blame the star of the game

Or the no-name girl in the freshman class