Andrea

Andrea started a band
But she did not understand
She wanted to be as cool as she can
You better not touch that letter
You better not touch that dial

All the girls started to shout
When the pity poetry starts
With everyone word bouncing back from their hearts
As if she hadn't learned the difference
Between precocious and precious 

Andrea dyed her hair back to red
And then strangely enough even all the boys did
She'll never remove the tattoo that she drew
On her right shoulder blade
You know it's not enough to say

Andrea sat on the stage
Wet with blood sweat and bitter rage
Wondering why she felt old for her age
When all the girls say they loved her
Like she'd been left for dead

Andrea dyed her hair back to read 
And then strangely enough even all the boys did
She'll never remove the tattoo that she drew
On her right shoulder blade
You know it's not enough, to say
All your dreams are gone
And never will you sing no more
You know you got the right thing going on