Testo Teenagers

Wake up, time for school
Only two more years
You wish you had a car
To get away from here
Same old boring class
Cold steel against your legs
He's sitting behind you again
Would he ever go with you?
Don't kid yourself with such thoughts
Oh my, how much you've grown

So much sexual pressure
You thought they were your friends
Your choice, no one else's
Maybe you'll try a hit
You're high, at least you think so
The best release you've ever had
Don't look, but he sees you
Asks if this seat is taken

Then he takes hold of your hand
Let your wild oats be sown Oh my, how much you've grown.