Written by John Mellencamp
Go on and admit it
You can't take it anymore
So why don't you quit it
Your scratching off again
Can't you see it
Well the whole thing was such a surprise
I know you and your hear crazy notions
Your pretty girls and no devotions
Down by the ocean middle class
Down by the gulf side, you let it all slide
But now your saying that you don't
wanna be a sixteen year old girl, aah
But you don't want to turn twenty-five
You never ever, you never ever lied,
where you been, aahh
You got to survive to keep yourself alive,
yeah-ah, yeah
It ain't no big deal if your attitude is wrong
and you don't know how you feel
You just cop someone else's ideas
and masturbate yourself, make them your own
Well I, I don't mean to tell you what to do
cause I've scratched off myself a time or two
Well it just leaves you blue, with nothing to do
And they think I'm crazy when I stay up all weekend
But now your saying that you don't
wanna be a sixteen year old girl, oh yeah, aah
But you don't want to turn twenty-five
You never ever, you never ever lied
where you been, aahh
You got to survive to keep yourself alive
yeah-ah, my na na no, yeah
So if I'm walking down the street and you see me
Don't walk on by, say hey man
you know your looking, your looking so fine
You don't have to mean it, no no
Its just one of the regular lies that we've lived with
And this is a love song and
I'm writing it just to surviveFrom behind the door, I feel a breeze
A scent of living, that was meant to please me
From behind the door I hear a whisper as
Soft as a picture, carved from water
As I slide the iron plate below the handle
A shaft of light hits me like a million candles
I see the forest, a ballroom, I see an empty street
Like a thousand puzzles ready to complete
I see every colour and colours that aren't invented
I see golden medals that are yet to be presented
For the only time I get pleasure from torment
I cannot touch, I can only see
But the pure desire, to touch the living scent
But to open up the door, I need
I need the Key etc.
On statuette, what are you defending
Your marble smile, seems kinda condescending
Don't try the patience of an impatient man
If you can't fight, don't fight a man that can
I see every colour and colours that aren't invented
I see golden medals that are yet to be presented
For the only time I get pleasure from torment
I cannot touch, I can only see
But the pure desire, to touch this living scent
But to open up the door, I need
I need the Key etc.
Pure desire to touch the living scent etc.
I need the Key (to fade)