Eighteen Is Over the Hill The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

[Verse 1]
Antique white lace
A plastic face
A tinfoil place
An empty space
You're so hung up on yourself
And nothing else

[Chorus]
I like too much the rain
The power of my brain
The sunshine and the open road
Ahead of me

[Verse 2]
Laughing because
It's right to laugh
Dress up at night
In the right dress
You can't change me
Into something that I'm not

[Chorus]
I like too much the rain
The power of my brain
The sunshine and the open road
Ahead of me