I wish that I was eighteen,
To 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,
She said 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 the 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 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 the 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.
In my bedroom thinking of her,
Her pictures in my private folder,
I know one day that I will hold her,
I'll make my move when I get older.
Hey [x16]
She told me to meet her there,
I can't afford the 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.
To 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,
She said 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 the 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 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 the 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.
In my bedroom thinking of her,
Her pictures in my private folder,
I know one day that I will hold her,
I'll make my move when I get older.
Hey [x16]
She told me to meet her there,
I can't afford the 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.
song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
Rank−
Duration00:03:09
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Copyright ©BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing, Spirit Music Group
WriterRichard Frederick Stannard, Ash Frances Howes, Luke Robert Hemmings, Seton Daunt, Michael Gordon Clifford, Roy Neville Francis Stride
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedMay 18th, 2014
Last updatedMarch 8th, 2022
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