Peso...Joga...ginga...roda
Vera's face burnt
As a memory of bedroom fun
With lighter and some hairspray
Smoking in the girl's room
Not worse than Shelley's raped
Behind the McDonald's
By a man she thought was fine,
Didn't tell anybody
Or maybe back then,
We just thought that she was getting some
Now we look back and see
That she didn't know how
We Never thought that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste
As we explode,
As we explode
Then getting drunk
In the bushes by the road
Outside the Kmart
Rolling around in them to see if you would get
Prickled slip the acid on your tongue rooftop
Mall parkade
We couldn't get enough
Then count the stars
And the ten million woes
Just you and the universe
Judging each other
We never knew that we'd get caught up
Stuck in the teenage waste
As we explode,
As we explode,
As we explode,
As we let go,
Yeah...
Peso...Joga...ginga...roda
It's a fight,it's a fight and you finally belong
Got a shiner now and it's more than a battle scar,more than a battle scar,such a good good story to tell
At lunch break,at lunch break,at lunch break,at lunch break,such a good good story to tell,
You bully,you break,you bully,you break,
You fake,you fake,you fake,you fake
You smoke,you toke,you want,you flaunt,you hit in and you're in it and it's spinning and it's wild
We never thought that we'd get caught up stuck in the teenage waste
As we explode,
As we explode,
As we explode,
As we let go
We're counting the stars,we're counting the stars,
We gonna go far,we gonna go far,
We're counting the stars,we're counting the stars,
We're not very far,we're not very far
And it's you and me in the open air,
It's truth or dare,we don't care,
We're counting the stars,We're counting the stars,we're counting the stars,we're counting the stars
Writer(s): Gerald Eaton, Nelly Furtado
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