Lyrics:

Walkin' on down to the seventh grade dance

And I don't know what we're goin' there for

No one's gonna talk to us

We'll look really silly just starin' at the gymnasium floor

I'll wrestle with my two left feet

They'll point and they'll stare at what my mom made me wear

And tomorrow I'll wake up crying and smiling



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Just another day in the suburbs

Where behind every cloud

There's a big ball of burning sunshine



Hitchin' a ride to the high school dance

And I don't know what we're going there for

The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions

And we're so invisible to them

I feel like I'm in some John Hughes film

Like a dream we've all had when you can't run too fast

And tomorrow we'll wake up crying and smiling



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Drivin' on up to the Hollywood party

And I don't know what I'm going there for

There's too many fools and too many rules and dress codes

And I'm one too many people there

They'll shake hands and grin

Staring at eight-by-tens

They'll point and they'll laugh at my photograph

And tomorow they'll wake up crying and smiling



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