Fifteen You Am I

Hate your friends
Cos they're the only ones that make you want to die
And as they make the scene, you priss and preen
But never get it right
The mirror on the living room wall
Ain't been too kind since you hit grade four

But honestly, the last thing I'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time

He's the boy you got
And he's the ticket stub that never won a prize
But there's no hard sell, cos he's got a face
That came straight from a fight
But he answers when you call
And he's under six feet four

But honestly, the last thing I'll say tonight
Just put your things away, you know it's just not your time

He's big and dumb like a dagwood dog
His jeans never fit quite right
But there's a razor blade cut
And a feeling in your gut that says
There ain't no way to disguise it