18

I wish that I was eighteen,
To do all the things,
You read in a magazine,
I’m not saying I want to be Charlie Sheen.
She’s just a little bit older,
I want to get to know her,
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 just hate not being 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 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 just hate not being 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.
Hey
She told me to meet her there,
I can’t afford the bus fare,
I’m not old enough for her,
I just hate not being 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.