Lyrics
I wish that I was eighteen and do all the things,
You read in a magazine,
I'm not saying I want to be Charlie Sheen.
She's just a little bit older,
I want to get to know her,
But she says it's already over
So tell me what else can I do?
I bought my fake ID for you.
She told me to meet her there,
I can't afford a bus fare,
I'm not old enough for her,
I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen.
I think she wants to get with me,
But she's got a job in the city,
Says that she's always too busy.
She's got a naughty tattoo,
In a place that I want to get to,
But my mom still drives me to school.
So tell me what else can I do?
I bought my fake ID for you.
She told me to meet her there,
I can't afford a bus fare,
I'm not old enough for her,
I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen.
You got me waiting in a queue,
For a bar I can't get into,
I'm not old enough for you,
I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen.
In my bedroom thinking of you
Your pictures in my private folder,
I know one day that I will hold her,
I'll make my move when I get older.
(Make my move when I get older)
She told me to meet her there,
I can't afford a bus fare,
I'm not old enough for her,
I just hate not being eighteen.
You got me waiting in a queue,
For a bar I can't get into,
I'm not old enough for you,
I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen.
I'm so sick of waiting 'til I'm eighteen
Ash Frances Howes, Luke Robert Hemmings, Michael Gordon Clifford, Richard Frederick Stannard, Roy Neville Francis Stride, Seton Daunt
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