Sam Bisbee Follow

Are you going to go to the rock show?
Are you ever going to let go?
Are you ever going to throw your hands up in the air?
Wave 'em around like you just don't care in your alligator underwear
Are you ever going stare at me on the stage
You know everybody thinks I'm the rage
Running around my fame-bar cage
It's just that they're all underage

Yesterday you were only seventeen
To touch you was an illegal dream
It's your birthday

You're a beauty queen
Yesterday you were only seventeen
Girl, you're legal
Girl, you're eighteen

Hanging out outside your high school
Watching you act oh-so-cool with those other little fools
They don't know anything about life like we know
It's more than records, CDs, sold-out shows
It's your birthday

You're a beauty queen
Yesterday you were only seventeen
Girl, you're legal
Girl, you're eighteen

It's your birthday
You're a beauty queen
Yesterday you were only seventeen
Girl, you're legal
Girl, you're eighteen
Girl, you're legal
Girl, you're eighteen
Girl, you're legal
Girl, you're eighteen