Ive tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen or under none were very exciting Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off they'll get you off but it's just not the real thing Its been decades since my pit days But i haven't shaken it - i sit there like an idiot Still caught up in the old punk protocol And dreaming that the teenagers will think that i'm a radical
And i still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out In back of the bank in my hometown
All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone So im living in lala land - but at least im not living at home Same old catcalls, the same old chemicals Same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall Its simple enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut Nobodys in here looking for a diamond in the rough but
I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at holly's house 10 years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and burger king
I've got cryptographs i've got all the phones tapped It's proof enough it is indisputable Love's not good enough i want photographs Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last..
Better get your kids in - i'm on the loose again And getting more ridiculous the more i think i ought to get my mind out of the gutter (it's getting dangerous, amanda-you are old enough to be the pork) He's my own private highway from the cradle to the grave I save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays
And i still wait for the cops to come where the station since burned down Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the sins i committed in the back of the banged-up pickup truck
I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the... Ask me anything i've got evidence Single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses
I still wait for the bus to come back where the high school got torn down Still expecting to find true love among the sakteboarders hanging out In back of the bank in my home-
I'm no pederast just out of interes Thank you ,but i'm capable of getting up and getting dressed Love's not good enough i want photographs Something that will teach me common sense Time and time again I think I'll dye my hair again Oh god Sixteen No, i'm ten I'm seventeen And a bank of boston beauty queen....
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Copy to Clipboard: Ive tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen or under none were very exciting Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off they'll get you off but it's just not the real thing Its been decades since my pit days But i haven't shaken it - i sit there like an idiot Still caught up in the old punk protocol And dreaming that the teenagers will think that i'm a radical
And i still wait for the bus to come where the high school got torn down Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hanging out In back of the bank in my hometown
All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone So im living in lala land - but at least im not living at home Same old catcalls, the same old chemicals Same old thrills stealing stockings from the shopping mall Its simple enough to grow the fuck up happy with the rough cut Nobodys in here looking for a diamond in the rough but
I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up at holly's house 10 years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and burger king
I've got cryptographs i've got all the phones tapped It's proof enough it is indisputable Love's not good enough i want photographs Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last..
Better get your kids in - i'm on the loose again And getting more ridiculous the more i think i ought to get my mind out of the gutter (it's getting dangerous, amanda-you are old enough to be the pork) He's my own private highway from the cradle to the grave I save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays
And i still wait for the cops to come where the station since burned down Still expecting they'll pick me up for all the sins i committed in the back of the banged-up pickup truck
I've got autographs, backstage passes and leather jacket back patches up the... Ask me anything i've got evidence Single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses
I still wait for the bus to come back where the high school got torn down Still expecting to find true love among the sakteboarders hanging out In back of the bank in my home-
I'm no pederast just out of interes Thank you ,but i'm capable of getting up and getting dressed Love's not good enough i want photographs Something that will teach me common sense Time and time again I think I'll dye my hair again Oh god Sixteen No, i'm ten I'm seventeen And a bank of boston beauty queen....
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