Don't you ever talk about my friends.
You don't know any of my friends.
You don't look at any of my friends.
And you certainly wouldn't condescend
to speak to any of my friends.
So you just stick to the things you know;
shopping;nail polish;your father's BMW
and your poor, rich drunk mother in the Caribbean;
*And As Far As Being Concerned
about what's gonna happen when
you and I walk down
((the hallways of school together))
you can forget it
cuz it's never gonna happen.
>>Just bury your head in the sand<<
and wait for your prom.