Down a deserted street the two of us
We wander aimlessly
I'm smoking and you're eating candy
The streetlights have lit long ago
You say let's go to the movies
And I take you to a bar of course
Oh
Eighth-grade girl
Oh
You say you have a C in geography
And I don't give a damn
You tell me somebody got bruised over you
I say nothing and we walk on
Oh
Eighth-grade girl
Oh
Mom's lipstick and older sister's boots
It's easy with you and you flaunt me
You love your dolls and your balloons
But your mom wants you home by ten
Oh
Eighth-grade girl
Oh
