3 acessos
I don't want to talk 'til 3 am
I don't want to hear your favorite records turned up to 10
When I come around, you're hanging with your old crowd,
Doing all the things that wouldn't make your parents proud
You look alright when you've been sleeping,
But I'm not keen on all the company you're keeping
When I come around, you're hanging with your old crowd
And doing all the things that wouldn't make your parents proud
I don't want to hear about your plans to start a cool new band
I just want to take your hand, and get you away from here.
Can't you see you're not pretty in the mirror?