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teenage times
Contributed by
loopylou
on
Thursday, 30th October 2003 @ 04:32:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Here rocking with a big group of friends
who i might not know in a year or so
but you're all here with now and at this moment thats what matters
play that loud punky music that my parents cant stand
as i hang with my gang
and we may drink do a few drugs and smoke
we know were killing our selves
but were having a good time and to us thats enought
i hear the teenage girlish screams
i hear laughter and im having fun
so turn the volume up and let the good times roll
this is what being a teenager's about everyone knows
and when im forty sitting at my posh dinner party
in a dress
stripped of my scruffy jeans and loud make up
i will carry out elegance and grace
and you never would of thought
id of ever been anything else
but a lady
but i'll know
and maybe just the once on my way home i'll pop into a corner shop after drinking my expensive wine
and buy two liters of cider for two pound
and take it to my childhood playing groung
their id gulp it down walm
sitting on a old rusty park bench
thinking of excuse to explaine to my parents why im late home........
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loopylou
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2003-10-30 16:32:17] (Date/Time posted on
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