Lyrics:

She's got a lot of issues

Like a good magazine

The kind you'd find under my bed

If you know what I mean

'Cause Mother would trip if she saw

the way that girl wears her clothes

to the L3 shows



I got my fingers crossed

She'll say '18'

Lie through lip-gloss

and say '18'

Tonight

Tonight you're the girl with the big date

And I've become the guy that I used to hate



She's never turned down

And she's never down twice

'Getting lucky' for her ain't luck

It's just naming a price

'cause Father, he bounced her around

And I got the rebound



Jacque, are you all right?

Does your face burn?

And do the black lights make your guts turn?

Jacque, are you all right?

Do your ears burn?

And do the black lights make your guts turn

Inside out? outside in

between

Between the dust and the stars

Say '18'