Big surprise but it means so little
Pretty eyes but mine are brittle
I'm waiting for time, social ties are fickle
I'm too old to be here, but I'm stuck in the middle
Everyone is so impressed with your show
A song and dance complete with vintage clothes
I'd hope by now you'd finally grow
Look at me before you go
What's the crime? I'm not a bottom feeder
We're only a year on from my high school teacher
You'd think I was blind as a suburban breeder
The truth can't be misread; I'm too good of a reader
Everyone is so impressed with your show
A song and dance complete with vintage clothes
I'd hope by now you'd finally grow
Look at me before you go