Big surprise but it means so little Pretty eyes but mine are brittle I'm waiting for time, social ties are fickle I'm too old to be here, but I'm stuck in the middle Everyone is so impressed with your show A song and dance complete with vintage clothes I'd hope by now you'd finally grow Look at me before you go What's the crime? I'm not a bottom feeder We're only a year on from my high school teacher You'd think I was blind as a suburban breeder The truth can't be misread; I'm too good of a reader Everyone is so impressed with your show A song and dance complete with vintage clothes I'd hope by now you'd finally grow Look at me before you go