[Verse 1]
Prom night
Silk satin and bad Latin two-step
Lips on the porch with the school rep
Degrassi generation, paint the sunset
That's what your son gets tatted on his left cheek
Sad 'cause his mother is a neat freak
A brush and a bruise and a cheat sheet
How's the view from the back in the cheap seats?
Dressing to impress in a corset
'Cause her mother said her waist could afford it
Her mother told her straight to report it
Slip into remission with a forfeit
[Refrain]
A pretty little fool with a two-tone ring
Somethin' ain't right when the lemonade stings
But she wouldn't wanna leave, in case her song gets played
[Chorus]
It's the colour of recluse on your mood ring
It's how the waist takes place when you're moving
And it's just the kinda night where you do things
It's the staring at the wall without a window
It's the half-price man playing Ringo
It's the fucking and the fighting in the lingo
[Verse 2]
Date night, pink patterns, and boys on the way
Get her back for nine, so they're already late
Dad meets boy with a fist to the face
So there's a black eye tatted on his left cheek
Which is sad 'cause his mother is a neat freak, repeat me
Annie isn't okay till she's had her midweek
And she dressed to impress in a five-foot train
'Cause the boy on her arm was a Trip Fontaine
Runaway bride on a midnight plane
They'll be comin' on right with the same last name
Dressed to impress, five-foot train
Boy on her arm, Trip Fontaine
A runaway bride
[Refrain]
She's just a pretty little fool with a two-tone ring
Somethin' ain't right when the lemonade stings
But she wouldn't wanna leave, in case her song gets played
[Chorus]
It's the colour of recluse on your mood ring
It's how the waist takes place when you're moving
And it's just the kinda night where you do things
It's the staring at the wall without a window
It's the half-price man playing Ringo
It's the fucking and the fighting in the lingo
It's the colour of recluse on your mood ring
It's how the waist takes place when you're moving
It's just the kinda night where you do things
It's the staring at the wall without a window
It's the half-price man playing Ringo
It's the fucking and the fighting in the lingo
[Outro]
Prom night
Silk satin and bad Latin two-step
Lips on the porch with the school rep
Degrassi generation, paint the sunset
That's what your son gets tatted on his left cheek
Sad 'cause his mother is a neat freak
A brush and a bruise, and a cheat sheet
How's the view from the back in the cheap seats?
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