and he's making wine from water while he dresses like his daughter
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Sure it's a gas

Stuck in an english class

Can't even dream

So it's hard to accept the role your given

When you're sittin' there staring at the ceiling

Wishing you were so very far from here

When you're thirteen



What fors and whys

If he's got it why can't I?

You're my queen

And I dream about you when I'm in my bed

And if all of these things are like you said

Then I'd rather be in another scene

When I'm fourteen



Just not fair

We're not getting anywhere

Hard as a stone

They expect us to make it out alone

And they scream at us when we're on the phone

And they lecture all about routine

When you're fifteen



Get out of here

You're crowding my tender years

Don't say you see

'cos you've forgotten what it's like to be

And I'm sure that it's changed to some degree

Christ, advice ain't never as it seems

When you're sixteen



Four years go

You're foreign before you know

You're now of age

And you're thrown in a different cage

And you're faced with another blank page

And I know I don't need to be told