Lines form from the ups and downs
I'm in the middle without any plans
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen!
And I don't know what I want,
Eighteen!
I just don't know what I want,
Eighteen!
I gotta get away!
I gotta get out of this place!
I'll go runnin' in outer space, oh yeah.
I got a baby's brain and an old man's heart;
Took eighteen years to get this far.
Don't always know what I'm talkin' about;
Feels like I'm livin' in the middle of doubt.
'cause I'm eighteen!
I get confused every day,
Eighteen I just don't know what to say
Eighteen I gotta get away
Whoa lines form on my face and my hands
Lines form on the left and right
I'm in the middle, the middle of life
I'm a boy and I'm a man
I'm eighteen and I like it!
Yes I like it,
Oh I like it; love it; like it; love it:
Eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, and I like it!
Alice Cooper (Love It To Death), 1971.
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Incidentally, this is the song John Lydon (a.k.a. Johnny Rotten) "sang" (vomited) as an audition for Malcolm McLaren in McLaren's shop called Sex, because Vivian Westwood had recommended this chap called John for Malcolm's band project. She actually meant another John (Sid Vicious), but it all turned out all right in the end didn't it?
I know I'm not eighteen, but on average me and Nat are, so there!
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