You Could Be a Model, Goodbye

They were trapped inside the mall and they couldn't think of anything
They could try to sort out with the big man in charge
cnd he talked about some ancient times and how they had been ripped off of their very own town
The one they loved
But soon enough they thought about how they were just kids and how their parents would be mad if they didn't come back
It was some sort of holiday the kind you dress up for
cnd sit around a table and wish you could throw your fork at your stepped dad
She said no one really matters to me and you're all I care about and if we stick together
Like fingers on a F***ing hand
We could make it big time in the city where my real dad's from
You could be a model
Or you could even write some songs
He said I sold some stuff to a couple of punks
O made enough to pay your debts
I made some cash on the side so we could get the F*** out
She said I'll make you realize that there are people out there
cnd they all somehow make it through life though they are uglier than you are
So baby let's not go home so you won't have to tell your folks that you've been caught by some stupid cop
With a girl from out of town
But by the time the manager said it wasn't such a big deal and the boy was very cute indeed
clthough she seemed a little weird
He chickened out and said he'd rather
ct least spend the night home get some rest and pack his stuff
She said GOODBYE and he said
I will miss you in the fall in the winter in the spring
In the daytime at school or in the night time when I sing about you Baby
I don't know what country you're from
But I'm sure god has blessed it
cnd it has to be neat
If it is where you were born