You say you want a mother not a confidante But for years you've been doing what you want Now your mother don't know where you are She don't know that you're the superstar
Little prostitute boy, step Said if I don't accept your beautiful lie to what you know Then I show these needle that blow All this water Not since making a doubt All inside You're all messed up You're all dressed up For the letdown If I get on we'll make it Time for the middle school dance
And until I fall asleep I'm still bruising all my dreams Woke up, why won't you? Stop!
It's detention here? What's the tension here?
I picked molly down in the evening, love I like to walk on the sunshine I put my head down in the sand at night I put my hands down and I know where you're at, know yea
