| I wish that I was eighteen,
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| To do all the things,
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| You read in a magazine,
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| I’m not saying I want to be Charlie Sheen.
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| She’s just a little bit older,
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| I want to get to know her,
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| She said it’s already over.
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| So tell me what else can I do?
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| I bought my fake ID for you.
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| She told me to meet her there,
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| I can’t afford the bus fare,
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| I’m not old enough for her,
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| I just hate not being eighteen.
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| You got me waiting in a queue,
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| For a bar I can’t get into,
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| I’m not old enough for you,
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| I’m just waiting 'til I’m eighteen.
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| I think she wants to get with me,
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| But she’s got a job in the city,
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| Says that she’s always too busy.
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| She’s got a naughty tattoo,
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| In a place that I want to get to,
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| But my mom still drives me to school.
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| So tell me what else can I do?
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| I bought my fake ID for you.
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| She told me to meet her there,
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| I can’t afford the bus fare,
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| I’m not old enough for her,
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| I just hate not being eighteen.
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| You got me waiting in a queue,
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| For a bar I can’t get into,
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| I’m not old enough for you,
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| I’m just waiting 'til I’m eighteen.
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| In my bedroom thinking of her,
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| Her pictures in my private folder,
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| I know one day that I will hold her,
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| I’ll make my move when I get older.
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| Hey
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| She told me to meet her there,
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| I can’t afford the bus fare,
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| I’m not old enough for her,
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| I just hate not being eighteen.
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| You got me waiting in a queue,
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| For a bar I can’t get into,
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| I’m not old enough for you,
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| I’m just waiting 'til I’m eighteen.
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| I’m so sick of waiting 'til I’m eighteen. |