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Dead Blonde
Boy in the Nine
You're too young to ask me out
You're 17, and he's already 25
He gave me a tape deck and some flowers
And you? (What?)
While he's out fighting in the woods
You're taking the bus to your school
Everyone knows he's a criminal
Oh, no! (No way!)
And my boy's driving a nine
On the highway along the night roads
I was spinning with him on the dance floor
And you'll just stay lonely
Just no more words, please
I don't need your love
I'll run away from you and take a cab
But it's not really about him
Sorry, but you're nothing
I won't be with you, don't even ask
Just no more words, please
I don't need your love
I'll run away from you and take a cab
But it's not really about him
Sorry, but you're nothing
I won't be with you, don't even ask
He wears a leather jacket – that's cool
And you're rocking fake Adidas
I like Mirage, and you play rock
Well, okay (Weird)
Sorry I never clicked with you
It's just that your fate hasn't arrived yet
You're only 17, just wait a bit
Like 5 years (Conditionally)
And my boy's driving a nine
On the highway along the night roads
I was spinning with him on the dance floor
And you'll just stay lonely
Just no more words, please
I don't need your love
I'll run away from you and take a cab
But it's not really about him
Sorry, but you're nothing
I won't be with you, don't even ask
Just no more words, please
I don't need your love
I'll run away from you and take a cab
But it's not really about him
Sorry, but you're nothing
I won't be with you, don't even ask
Just no more words, please
I don't need your love
I'll run away from you and take a cab
But it's not really about him
Sorry, but you're nothing
I won't be with you, don't even ask
