Hold your address book above your knees
And kissed your soft legs there
He was on top of the pop stars
You couldn't turn him down

You were a sweet girl
When you were a cheerleader
But I think you're much better now

Bought a few reds from your neighboorhood dealer
And you passed out in the back of a car
You were too messed up to climb out
What if your old man had found out?