“How old are you?” she called to us

Fresh off the bus to Washington DC 

Blonde hair and her friend's was black

With a blue backpack and a plaid skirt to her knees



She seemed so confident back then

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Vacation came to an end 

Hey now Holly where you been?



“You know we come here every year

How long you here in Washington DC?”

“Just three days,” I made her smile and her girlfriend too 

That was my best friends blues and the tragedy of me



She seemed so confident back then

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Vacation came to an end girl

Hey now Michelle where you been?



When I was thirteen it seemed to me

That there would always be another girl to meet

There was no rush and I'd always blush

And it felt so good to take it seriously

When I was thirteen I saw it on the screen

The way that I should be, another girl to meet

We were cleaner then and more innocent

There's nothing so unlucky about being thirteen



The day would always come 

When we would have to say goodbye

Sometimes she would cry and I would ached from all the pride

The last night we'd stay out late, we'd hold hands and we'd curse fate,

We would try to slow down time



She seemed so confident back then

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Vacation came to an end 

Hey now Crista where you been?



She seemed so confident back then

Before she met any men

I wish my vacation never had to end 

Hey now baby where you been?



She's so fine. She was mine

Back then the girls were the shit