My Teen.
We went shopping and she bought the shortest skirt she could find. Knee high boots and a skimpy top....just incase she gets invited out.
Then she gets a phone call for a Matt? who says he thinks she's hot.
She wants to spend the day in Funderworld Monday and I'm damn sure she's not wearing that outfit.
Don't want her running away with no Carny guy! You know the surly sort. Swing you round in the waltzers. Set your heart a beating, an extra shove on the water splash ride so you get a wet tee-shirt.
Ah those were the days!!
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