Teenage Wall

Look out mama I’m coming through

It don’t mean to me what it won’t for you

Burn your brassiere and your high heeled shoes, yeah

When you’ve nothing left

You’ve got something to lose.

If your hair is long and your soul is free

Come on come on come running to me

But you’ve heard it all before

The teenage wall

Look out mama I’m coming through

Just about learned what this thing can do

Teenage werewolf mating call……

Then you’re sitting there looking,

Looking like I’ve got just enough left to be still in decline

I’m just about ready to blow

The teenage wall

Speak to the face

And not to the hand

I’ve got nothing to say that you’d understand

You got the wrong girl,you made the wrong call

Everyone thought you were too old to fall

But you’re waiting on her to call

Yes you are

Sitting there looking

Looking like I’ve got just enough left to be still in decline

I’m just about ready to blow

The teenage wall