Eighteen

She's eighteen, a pretty little queen,
Ready for the world and hot on the scene,
With her hair down, move herself around,
With her push up bra and her whitened teeth,
She said a' baby, why you hate me,
Why you wanna go and make believe that I'm,
Not yours, I'm not for keeps,
Any way you want it I'll do it for free,

She want a' good love from a damn good man,
if she can't do it she does the best she can,
With a hot mess, wearing that dress,
teasin those boys with her master plans,
And she goes down, down to the town,
kickin her feet and dancing with clowns till the,
Daylight, come and do it again,
she sneakin' round the house no one knows where she been,

She's all good, let the party ride,
no one can ever tell that she just cried,
When her best friend, is stealing her clothes,
her heart got broke where the roses grow,
As she got wild, grew out of control,
she dippin in the liquor and her momma don't know,
She got a tattoo that's a red and blue,
you better watch out before she lookin at you,