You tattoes yourself like a piece of art
You've already broken your mother's heart
When I was your age, working my ass off
Your generation's soft
Reality is auch a drag
For barely blooming eighteens
The bearely blooming eighteen
Wants to know
What's keeping her from searching
You cannot pierce that and
You're dressed too tight
Got a lot to learn about wrong and right
So dye your hair, dad's gonna wash it out
Come on wash your mouth
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