whether or not i was a rebel
is a point of some contention
i spent half of my senior year
sitting in detention
they sent me home for wearing tattered jeans
again when i pierced an ear
it was always "son, do this, son, don't do that"
"son, keep your record clear"

i can't live by someone else's rule
i won't stand in line
and be somebody's fool
i think it's wrong, you see
they didn't ask me
when they laid down the law
i can't walk the line... i didn't help draw

lisa taylor turned my head
lisa made my heart pound
i gave some thought to tying the knot
and finally settling down
then lisa came up with a list of things
about me to modify
that's when i knew i had to change
lisa, goodbye

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