Seventeen, Heavenly Mamma said that you would make a mess of me You won't move, You can't breathe You got too many people to please And you You got my number babe You got my heart in chains I pick you up down the street Looking for a way out, Come save me Red lipstick on your face Never seen you looking so out of place Look at you all grown up Cigarette burning in a plastic cup And you You got my number babe You got my heart in chains And you You got me questioning Who's got your back these days? It can't be easy Oh baby, It's only in your head Oh baby, It's over when I'm dead The conversation is over when I'm dead