Eighteen

No, it’s not a slow dance tonight
No time for romance ‘coz she’s not got tomorrow on her mind
He needed you in that hotel room but the moment ran away
Loose lips sink ships with his hands on your hips
So save the bottle for better days
So save the bottle for better days

She’s eighteen, eighteen
She’s just another loose drama queen
She’ll fake her way to the top
Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going down

And all the grass stained jeans won’t help her find her peace
There’s only one way to make it right tonight

Took a shot and missed on a drunken kiss
Another moment that got away
If her sheets could speak, oh, the things that they would teach
Singing tales of poisoned memories
So save the bottle for better days

She’s eighteen, eighteen
She’s just another loose drama queen
She’ll fake her way to the top
Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going down
She’s eighteen, eighteen
Makes promises of promiscuity
She’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care less
So you can count on her going down

All the drugs and tears
Will never turn back all the years
There’s only one way to make it right
Now the cards are dealt
Well come and take a good look at yourself
Was this who you wanted to be?
Eighteen and naiveshe’s eighteen, eighteen
She’s just another loose drama queen
She’ll fake her way to the top
Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can

She’s eighteen, eighteen
Makes promises of promiscuity
She’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care less
So you can count on her going down
Yeah, you can count on her going down
Yeah, you can count on her going down