Fifteen
Hate your friend
Cos they're the only ones that make you want to di
And they make their scene the priss and pree
They'll never get it righ
The mirror on the living room wal
Aint been too kind since you hit grade fou
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonigh
Just put your things away, you know its just not your tim
He's the boy you go
He's the ticket stub that never won a priz
And and there's no hard sell cos he's got a fac
Came straight from a figh
But he answers we he call
And he's under six feet tal
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonigh
Just put your things away, you know its just not your tim
He's big and dumb like a dagwood do
He's jeans never fit quite righ
But there's a razor blade cu
And a feeling in your gut that say
There aint no way to disguise i
Hate your friend
Cos they're the only ones that make you want to di
And they make their scene the priss and pree
They'll never get it righ
The ones who shine so brigh
Are made or broke come Friday nigh
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonigh
Just put your things away, you know its just not you
He's big and dumb like a dagwood do
He's jeans never fit quite righ
But there's a razor blade cu
And a feeling in your gut that say
There aint no way to disguise i
But honestly, the last thing he'll say tonigh
Just put your things away, you know its just not your tim
That's the way, we're gonna get it right