Your morning breath is nasty
When it reeks of booze and chastity
And words so over-sweetened that they spoiled
We're smoking way too much these days
We sit around in after-haze
So docile that our families think us loyal
We drive just for a thing to do
A thing to blast our music through
Like your brother and my sister did
Cuz we're not going anywhere
Who wants to be a billionaire?
And dreams were made for inner city kids
So crown me Queen of the Cul de Sac
And you can be my Rotary King
Look around at where we reign
This little town is our domain
And we don't even have to do a thing
So crown me Queen of the Cul de Sac
And you can be my Rotary King
I told you that you shouldn't shave
With that rusty razor blade
But what is one to do when all is dull?
Once you've gotten your degree
Promise you'll come back for me
God knows that this herd could use a cull
So crown me Queen of the Cul de Sac
And you can be my Rotary King
Look around at where we reign
This little town is our domain
And we don't even have to do a thing
So crown me Queen of the Cul de Sac
And you can be my Rotary King
credits
from Seventeen on Eighteen,
released May 1, 2017
Lyrics and music by Georgia Bowder-Newton
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