Walkin on down to the Seventh Grade Dance and I don't know what we're going there for
No ones gonna talk to us, we'll look really silly just starin at the gymnasium floor
I'll wrestle the beat with my two left feet
They'll point and they'll stare at what my Mom made me wear, and tomorrow I'll wake up crying and smiling
Oh oh oho it's just another day in the suburbs where behind every cloud there's a big ball of burning sunshine, but sometimes...
Hitchin a ride to the High School dance and I don't know what we're going there for
The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions and we're so invisible to them I feel like I'm in some John Hughes Film like a dream we've all had when you can't run too fast and tomorrow we'll wake up crying and smiling
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Driving on up to the Hollywood party and I don't know what I'm going there for, there's too many fools and too many rules and dress codes and I'm one too many people there
They'll shake hands and grin sharing eight by tens
They'll point and they'll laugh at my photograph and tomorrow they'll wake up crying and smilling
I'll be crying and smiling, they say...
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Writer(s): Paul Delisle, Greg Camp, Steven Harwell, Michael Urbano
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