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