Hey, What's The Matter? - Jenny Wilson

And this is what the school’s made of:

Concrete and stone of confusion and sloth

Our hope and aspirations are reduced to these last pages of the yearbook

The best dressed chicks and the most clever guys

Where are you in these pages

Hey now, what is wrong

Perfume, toothpaste, fresh and strong

Sweaty shirt, my jeans are too tight

Stay awake all night

Come on let’s hide on the playground

Let’s go

But make sure no class mates find ou that you play, you’re too old

Smoking fags in shade of the slide makes you cool

«Stash it, stash it»

Watch out or your parents will catch you

Hey now, what is wrong

Perfume, toothpaste, fresh and strong

Sweaty shirt, my jeans are too tight

Stay awake all night

Hey now what is wrong

Ugly skin, you’re bored and young

Sweaty shirt, your jeans are too tight

Stay awake all night

Wish I could go some place where I could fall in love.

With anyone!

Just someone or you, just anyone

Go anywhere, just some place with you

C’mon with anyone, just someone or with you all right

There must be a better place of that