8 Count

5 6 7 8
Ooooo ayyyyeeee ayyyy
2 3 4 5 6 7 8
I'm really kinda tired of people waking me before the sun is up
And I'm really fucking sick of explaining myself, on a fucking shelf
And I remember counting to eight
Because that's what they taught me in my dance class
Oooo uhh
Now look at your grew up, show them what you skate on
No one knows it's tough you see
You rip along the pavement in your dress
You can count to eight again and again
Do it to fill up the spaces between a boy and a man
I never saw a difference between the two, or between



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Writer(s): Sarah Barrett
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