| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who had curves under their | |
| ”Fruit Of The Loom” sweatshirts | |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who could yawn and look away | |
| for something more interesting | |
| They could tell you a secret | |
| whisper close to your ear as if you were the chosen one | |
| and then be gone | |
| They could tell you someone was cute | |
| in a way that made you feel that you should think so too | |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who came back on Mondays | |
| whispering about Friday night | |
| They knew so much about life | |
| and about love and | |
| what it was all about | |
| They were way past you in experience | |
| Like explorers telling stories | |
| about a land you’d never seen | |
| Yeah they were full of a certain wisdom | |
| and their advices were like the lines of an American TV show | |
| Move your hips and | |
| look rather bored | |
| and giggle when the boys talk… | |
| But I did not want the boys | |
| I just wanted |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who had curves under their | |
| " Fruit Of The Loom" sweatshirts | |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who could yawn and look away | |
| for something more interesting | |
| They could tell you a secret | |
| whisper close to your ear as if you were the chosen one | |
| and then be gone | |
| They could tell you someone was cute | |
| in a way that made you feel that you should think so too | |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who came back on Mondays | |
| whispering about Friday night | |
| They knew so much about life | |
| and about love and | |
| what it was all about | |
| They were way past you in experience | |
| Like explorers telling stories | |
| about a land you' d never seen | |
| Yeah they were full of a certain wisdom | |
| and their advices were like the lines of an American TV show | |
| Move your hips and | |
| look rather bored | |
| and giggle when the boys talk | |
| But I did not want the boys | |
| I just wanted |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who had curves under their | |
| " Fruit Of The Loom" sweatshirts | |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who could yawn and look away | |
| for something more interesting | |
| They could tell you a secret | |
| whisper close to your ear as if you were the chosen one | |
| and then be gone | |
| They could tell you someone was cute | |
| in a way that made you feel that you should think so too | |
| I wanted to be like the girls | |
| who came back on Mondays | |
| whispering about Friday night | |
| They knew so much about life | |
| and about love and | |
| what it was all about | |
| They were way past you in experience | |
| Like explorers telling stories | |
| about a land you' d never seen | |
| Yeah they were full of a certain wisdom | |
| and their advices were like the lines of an American TV show | |
| Move your hips and | |
| look rather bored | |
| and giggle when the boys talk | |
| But I did not want the boys | |
| I just wanted |