18 (Eighteen)
I wish that I was eighteen,Do all the things,You read in a magazine, you knowI’m not saying I wanna be Charlie Sheen.
She’s just a little bit older,But I want to get to know her,But she said it's already over.
So tell me what else can I do?I bought my fake ID for you.
She told me to meet her there,I can’t afford the bus fare,I’m not old enough for her,I’m just waiting ‘til I’m eighteen.
I think she wants to get with me,But she’s got a job in the city,Says that she’s always too busy.
She’s got a naughty tattoo,In a place that I want to get to,But my mom still drives me to school.
So tell me what else can I do?I bought my fake ID for you.
She told me to meet her there,I can’t afford the bus fare,I’m not old enough for her,I’m just waiting ‘til I’m eighteen.
You got me waiting in a queue,For a bar I can’t get into,I’m not old enough for you,I’m just waiting ‘til I’m eighteen.
In my bedroom thinking of her,Her pictures in my private folder,I know one day that I will hold her,I’ll make my move when I get older.Make my move when I get older.
She told me to meet her there,I can’t afford the bus fare,I’m not old enough for her,I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen.
You got me waiting in a queue,For a bar I can’t get into,I’m not old enough for you,I’m just waiting ‘til I’m eighteen.
I'm so sick of waiting 'til I'm eighteen.