I like that girl in the cutoff jean jacket
who always goes out with intent to make a racket
All that tribal black light paint
that you'd think would look cliche
until you see how well it illuminates her face
I want someone who still makes me feel young
Who isn't in a hurry to be all grown up
She's not afraid to say yes
to rock a neon headdress
and she always thought it cool to stretch her flesh
She rocks the shutter shades down in her V-neck
All summer long she's on the festie trek
She likes her wooden spiral plugs
her pieces shaped like bugs
and her most favorite thing is to give free hugs
From Triple Rock back to The Cabooze
Electric Forests and Bonaroos
She doesn't think that she'll ever grow old
with music, friends and stories to be told
Hemp and glass are her silver and gold
However, I am not quite like you
I'm just biding my time with this rowdy crew
I haven't yet committed to keeping my youth
and that's why my skin's still clear of tattoos
The longest lasting scars, forever proof:
You were once wild and young but afraid to face the truth
Jan 24, 2013
Jan 24, 2013 at 3:36 PM UTC
I like that girl in the cutoff jean jacket
who always goes out with intent to make a racket
All that tribal black light paint
that you'd think would look cliche
until you see how well it illuminates her face
I want someone who still makes me feel young
Who isn't in a hurry to be all grown up
She's not afraid to say yes
to rock a neon headdress
and she always thought it cool to stretch her flesh
She rocks the shutter shades down in her V-neck
All summer long she's on the festie trek
She likes her wooden spiral plugs
her pieces shaped like bugs
and her most favorite thing is to give free hugs
From Triple Rock back to The Cabooze
Electric Forests and Bonaroos
She doesn't think that she'll ever grow old
with music, friends and stories to be told
Hemp and glass are her silver and gold
However, I am not quite like you
I'm just biding my time with this rowdy crew
I haven't yet committed to keeping my youth
and that's why my skin's still clear of tattoos
The longest lasting scars, forever proof:
You were once wild and young but afraid to face the truth
Burn out or fade away
The choice is tough
but yours to make
You must decide on your own
A fun, pretty woman
or an education and a home
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