The Virgins - Louisa

Living on a farm road
Takin' all your time slow
Ballin' from the bleachers
Don't you wish your life was gold?
I bet you do

Passing out your lighter
Smokin' throuugh the doorway
Fakin' like you just stayed home
That's how it really goes

I don't say we're bad
We'd do just fine
if you just had some time alone

Fucked up at the disco
Slipping in to K-Hole
Sleeping in the parks, no fun

They say we need an education, lack imagination
Holding out for something dumb

slapped the street car
Kickin' for the third time
Slit the pole
And now we're done

Bread and butter
Cryin' on the subway
Waitin' on a cold day
Don't give credit, here he comes

Don't think we're bad
Just need time alone

I come and then you're gone
Hiding now behind your smile
Right reflected in your eyes

I've been coming where you are
Hiding now behind your smile
Right reflected in your eyes

Oh oh,
oh oh
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