In a letter, sunset,
Smiling like a teenage princess,
She parked the car in the student parking lot.
Secretly serene,
And looking forward to that final day.
She was seventeen a year since August,
Graduating Senior High,
Walked on clouds into the building,
Opened up her locker... Um? Oh yeah... 9-7-2-1
Like a ball and chain-
She took the books and notebook drivel and threw caution to the wind-
She called her sweetheart up and screamed, "Hey, guy! One more day until we graduate!"
Go out tonight and have a ball!
We've paid our dues, babe!
Yeah!