Blooming 18 - Ace of Base

You tattoes yourself like a piece of art

You’ve already broken your mother’s heart

When I was your age, working my ass off

Your generation’s soft

Reality is auch a drag

For barely blooming eighteens

The bearely blooming eighteen

Wants to know

What’s keeping her from searching

You cannot pierce that and

You’re dressed too tight

Got a lot to learn about wrong and right

So dye your hair, dad’s gonna wash it out

Come on wash your mouth

Reality is always…

What’s hiding in the shadow

Reality reality reality is always

Reality is always…