words and music by Lisa Derosia
My old man gave me a
And I've already gone and spent it on the way.
Fine lines grow razor sharp.
And this kind of thing happens everyday.
What else can the poor girl do?
She took too much acid in school.
This and the boys, two things to avoid.
But she is mine and mine.
I went to see my man.
and there you were waiting by the door.
I didn't know what to say.
Never really did that's what you were for.
You can't send her away
She turns twenty years old today.
You've got my heart, but she's got your eyes
Yes she is mine all mine.