Eighteen کے بول

No, it’s not a slow dance tonight No time for romance ‘coz she’s not got tomorrow on her mind He needed you in that hotel room but the moment ran away Loose lips sink ships with his hands on your hips So save the bottle for better days So save the bottle for better days She’s eighteen, eighteen She’s just another loose drama queen She’ll fake her way to the top Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going down And all the grass stained jeans won’t help her find her peace There’s only one way to make it right tonight Took a shot and missed on a drunken kiss Another moment that got away If her sheets could speak, oh, the things that they would teach Singing tales of poisoned memories So save the bottle for better days She’s eighteen, eighteen She’s just another loose drama queen She’ll fake her way to the top Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going down She’s eighteen, eighteen Makes promises of promiscuity She’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care less So you can count on her going down All the drugs and tears Will never turn back all the years There’s only one way to make it right Now the cards are dealt Well come and take a good look at yourself Was this who you wanted to be? Eighteen and naiveshe’s eighteen, eighteen She’s just another loose drama queen She’ll fake her way to the top Her lipsticks all that she’s got so you can She’s eighteen, eighteen Makes promises of promiscuity She’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care less So you can count on her going down Yeah, you can count on her going down Yeah, you can count on her going down