This is just to
This is just to take up space, yeah
Eighth grade, first base
Amy slapped you in the face, yeah
Cherry lip gloss on her lips
But she wouldn't french kiss

Good luck with the girls
Good luck with the girls
Good luck with the girls next year
Good luck with the girls
Love can rock your world
Good luck with the girls next year

Mid-life crisis
Can you tell me where your wife is?
Your place
My space
Your shirts are like Miami Vice's
Forty-six is thirty-nine
When you're dating online

Lost and lonely
If you'd only grown up sooner
Maybe love is more
Than we thought in junior high