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Three Star Hotel - Waiting for the first fan (10) Holiday son

Put the records on
Put the records on
Cause you’ll never get what you want
No you’ll never get what you need

Write a stupid song
Sing the silly song
It says it’s time to ask yourself
Who put on your camisole ?

Horny and alone
Horny and alone
Horny and alone yeah

Teenagers are lame
And i’m a teenager
Oh i cannot help it
But i cannot face it

Put the records on
You ‘re so horny
And so alone

Horny and alone
Horny and alone
Horny and alone yeah

Suddendly she told me throw my love away
Suddendly she told me I was mad with you
When i was around you never said goodbye
When he said i hate you you were happy baby

I need to be with you
I need to be with you

Suck my teenage brain i wonder if you can
Wandering some ocean you shall find me again
On a tree a bird is singing a song to me
You’re stupid and useless, you’re better off dead

I need to be with you
I need to be with you