There must be more to life
Then just sitting around and waiting
Waiting for a text message at midnight
Waiting for a secret knock on the door
Waiting for the shoe to drop
Waiting for the high of life
There must be more
Is there not?
Seems like this roller-coaster will never end
Its highs and lows
Slowing and going
While some moments are breath-taking
It pales compared to everything
The constant talk of golf is boring
Please no more sweater vest
Is it too much to ask for?
Who do you think I am?
I’m not a proper girl
Who knows the difference between two forks?
Not this girl; that is for sure
You want me proper, but society wants me trashy
Those two are not who I am,
So where do I stand?