And they say she’s got the fellas
Well aint she just a Bella
Wasted in the dawns of time
Another margarita, another lime
But she knows she’s got her mother
Who won’t put up with another
Record score of sixty nine
She keeps them waiting in a line
She won’t let down her guard again
Won’t be easy for another pen
Fifteen, she’s off the rack
Now she’s gotta make it back
Alive, in her tattered dress
Walking alone on the streets a mess
Listening to drunken shouts
Just trying to find her way out
Head up tall
Make sure you don’t fall
Promise yourself you’ll be better
Next time they’ll be no more keggers
Because this girl is not who you are
You don’t ditch your friends for a guy at the bar
It’s time to get your **** together kid
Because next time may not be undid