Bank of Boston Beauty Queen

I've tried dolls that were guaranteed sixteen

Or under none were very exciting

Sorta like a laugh track or whacking off they'll get you off

But it's just not the real thing

But It's been decades since my pit days

But I havent shaken it, I sit there like an idiot

Still caught up in the old punk protocol

And dreaming that the teenagers will think that I'm a radical

And I still wait for the bus to come

Where high school got torn down

Still expecting to find true love

Among the skateboarders hanging out

In back of the bank in my hometown

All this talk and no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone

So I'm living in lala land

But at least I'm not living at home

Same old catcall same old chemicals

Same old thrills

Stealing stockings from the shopping mall

It's simple enough to grow the ******* up happy with the rough cut

Nobody's in the market for a diamond in the rough

But I still wait for my mom to come

And pick me up at Holly's house

Ten years after they cashed it in

To make a multi-level parking lot for a seven-eleven and Burger King

I've got cryptographs I've got all the phones tapped

I've got proof enough it is indisputable

Love's not good enough I want pies and graphs

Something that will teach me my arithmetic at last

Better get your kids in

I'm on the loose again

And getting more ridiculous the more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter

It's getting dangerous, Amanda, God

You're old enough to be his *******

My own private highway from the cradle to the grave

I save a bundle skipping middle age and saturdays

And I still wait for the cops to come

Where the station since burned down

Still expecting that they'll pick me up

For all the sins I committed

In the back of the banged-up pickup truck

I've got autographs, backstage passes

And leather jacket back patches up the

Ask me anything I want evidence

Single serving saccharine packets dripping black with lipstick kisses

I still wait for the bus to come back where the high school got torn down

Still expecting to find true love among the sakteboarders hanging out

In back of the bank in my home

I'm no pederast it was nice to ask

Thank you but I'm capable

Of getting up and getting dressed

Love's not good enough I want photographs

Something that will teach me come inside

Time and time again

I think I'll head downtown again

Oh God

I'm sixteen

No, I'm ten

I'm seventeen

And a bank of Boston beauty queen

But I'm...