Eighteen - Milestones

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