You spent the summer at the strawberry stand There wasn't much that you could do about it You're fifteen and you're six feet tall You're flat-chested and you're angry about it Don't wear those push-up pants, you've got enough nicknames already I asked the postmaster, he said penpals really can't be going steady Told her all about the tighten up The way they used to dance down in houston, texas Her favorite song is still "forget the swan" It gives her hope when those guitars kick in All the money from the strawberry stand slips through your hands Cause you buy too many stamps Spend your days just waitin on the mailman When he gets here you should ask him for a dance Don't listen to the whispers of the kitchen knife, the bathtub and the rain Yeah so he's a criminal At least you know he loves you for your brain Told her all about the tighten up The way they used to dance down in houston, texas Her favorite song is still "forget the swan" It gives her hope when those guitars kick in We made it to the getaway But there were highway barricades And there was glass and explosions And there were gunshots and sirens And the police and the prisons And she prays for probation