She's only eighteen
She's only 18Don’t like the Rolling StonesShe took a short cutTo being fully grown
She's got that mood ringA little sister roseThe smell of SpringsteenA pair of pantyhose
This talking picture showIs leaking from a silhouetteShe said my man you knowIt’s time to get your fingers wetYour hustle’s busted whenYou can’t afford a cigaretteThe last I heard from youYou were screaming“Handle it”
Knock the world right off its feetAnd straight onto its headThe book of love willLong be laughing after you are deadFascinated by the look of youAnd what was saidMake a play for all theBrightest minds and light will shed
I heard some P-FunkOut on the road againTo get your head shrunkIs what I recommend
It’s in your bloodlineA perfect FrankensteinOut on that lone pineI’m gonna make you mine
It’s understood you wrapYour voodoo right around my neckYou’ve got some glitter on yourKitty at the discothequeI put my lovin’ in your ovenNot a head to checkThe last I heard from youYou were screaming