Lyrics Hey, What's The Matter? - Jenny Wilson

Hey, What's The Matter?

And this is what the school’s made of:
Concrete and stone of confusion and sloth
Our hope and aspirations are reduced to these last pages of the yearbook
The best dressed chicks and the most clever guys
Where are you in these pages
Hey now, what is wrong
Perfume, toothpaste, fresh and strong
Sweaty shirt, my jeans are too tight
Stay awake all night
Come on let’s hide on the playground
Let’s go
But make sure no class mates find ou that you play, you’re too old
Smoking fags in shade of the slide makes you cool
«Stash it, stash it»
Watch out or your parents will catch you
Hey now, what is wrong
Perfume, toothpaste, fresh and strong
Sweaty shirt, my jeans are too tight
Stay awake all night
Hey now what is wrong
Ugly skin, you’re bored and young
Sweaty shirt, your jeans are too tight
Stay awake all night
Wish I could go some place where I could fall in love.
With anyone!
Just someone or you, just anyone
Go anywhere, just some place with you
C’mon with anyone, just someone or with you all right
There must be a better place of that