Peso, joga, ginga, roda

Vera's face burnt as a memory of bedroom fun
With a ligther and some hairspray
Smoking in the girls' room
Not worse than Shelley's rape behind the McDonald's
By a man she thought was fine, didn't tell anybody
Maybe back then we just thought that she was getting some
Now we look back and see that she didn't know how

We never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode

Then getting drunk in the bushes by the road
Out the Kmart rolling around in them to see
If you would get prickled, slip the acid on your tongue
Rooftop mall parkade, we couldn't get enough
Then count the stars and the ten million woes
Just you and the universe judging each other

We never knew that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go

Peso, roda, ginga, joga

It's a fight, it's a fight and you finally belong
Got a shiner now and it's more than a battle scar
More than a battle scar, such a good, good story to tell
At lunch break, lunch break, lunch break, lunch break
Such a good, good story to tell

You bully, you break, you bully, you break
You fake, you fake, you fake, you fake
You smoke, you toke, you want, you flaunt
You hit it and you're in it and it's spinning
And it's wild

We never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode
As we explode
As we explode
As we let go

We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars
We're gonna go far, we're gonna go far
We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars
We're not very far, we're not very far

And it's you and me in the open air
It's truth or dare, we don't care
We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars
We're counting the stars

Composição: Gerald Eaton / Nelly Furtado