Now's the time
To lay it on the line
Though I'm still uptight
It kind of feels right
Much to young to die
Not to proud to cry
Sometimes we fight
All through the night
You know our sex
Has lost its fight
Don't want to wine
But I don't like your design
Terrible line
Other girls on my mind
Know what to do
So please don't cry
Kiss away the help
Before we say goodbye