Teenage Wall

Black

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