I wanted to be like the girls Who had curves under their ”Fruit of the loom” sweatshirts I wanted to be like the girls Who could yawn and look away For something more interesting
They could tell you a secret Whisper close to your ear as if you were the chosen one And then be gone They could tell you someone was cute In a way that made you feel that you should think so too
I wanted to be like the girls Who came back on mondays Whispering about friday night They knew so much about life And about love and What it was all about
They were way past you in experience Like explorers telling stories About a land you’d never seen Yeah they were full of a certain wisdom And their advices were like the lines of an american tv show
Move your hips and Look rather bored And giggle when the boys talk…
