Highschool boy's are all fucked up,
Drinking from the bottle,
drink to the last drop,
driving their cars,
wind in their hair,
Kissing the boy who's cross I bear.
Stop me God,
stop me here,
I sit and admire,
I sit and I stare,
heavy breathing don't disappear,
''Take me some place so far from here''
soft lips,
and Brown hair,
touching his hips God I wouldn't dare.
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