I used to stumble up to your door. Three thousand kisses on the living room floor. But we don't do that kind of thing anymore. Cause we both graduated.
Well she was a millionaire. Before she was fourteen. But there was an emptiness there. That to practically everyone else could be seen. She hit up on the drug of love.
Well hes got her going up and down like a yo-yo. And she never feels better than ever, just so-so. Like a shrunken head on a rear view mirror. She rides along in his atmosphere.
Just a basement party with some high school friends. Boys touching girls, like they did back then. But that fat boy you invited. He's getting excited.
I know a girl, mess with your mind,. She'll come to you in the summer sometime. She'll talk about things you don't understand,. But you better keep to the matters at hand.