I got a school boy heart, a novelist eye. Stout sailor's legs and a license to fly. I came with nomad feet and some wandering toes. That walk up my long board and hang off the nose. . I suppose
view of her ass. I drop a pencil on the floor. She bends down and shows me more Chorus. That's what I go to school for. Even though it is a real bore. You can call me crazy. I know that she craves
words. The only color you wear is black. 'Cause some girl at school said you look fat. The boy you like doesn't like you back. But it won't always be like that. I won't say it all gets better. But 15
Bubble gum and house parties. When you stole your parents rum. And tried to screw everything that could breathe. Back in high school we didn't have a whole lot to do We watched the world go by on
like spies in paradise. The time, it felt so true. . Chorus. In night school. In night school. . Verse. What about this big old house?. Tell me all the news. What's became of all those years
, nowhere. . I got the St. Louis blues, blues as I can be. That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea. Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. . I love my baby like a school boy loves his
of class. To get the best view of her ass. I dropped a pencil on the floor. She bends down and shows me more. . That's what I go to school for. Even though it is a real bore. You can call me
say. I can tell by the look in your eye. You'd better watch yourself, St. George is on his way. . Is it true that he's a mighty warrior. And a viper of the first degree?. I've been sentenced here
. High school in Jakarta, sorta modern Sparta. Had no chance against the teenage suburban armadas. We were a sonata, thanks to tight-lipped fathers. Yeah, living under that was hard, but I loved you harder