Mexican Dress

Saw you out the back with your hair pulled down

Screaming at the top of your lungs

Dancing like the fool shaking it around

You always gotta be the one

Who's sitting in the front seat, singing a song

Like the freaks on the magazines that you wanna get on

No matter what attention you receive

It's never gonna be enough

You've been schooled with so much to prove

Taken out the spotlight whenever you're out

Like the creeps on the Saturday night

Yeah that's how they get off

Hey, there's only so much I can take

Am I the only person here who's awake to see this is fake?

Yeah, you're taking all the space

Can't you leave a little for myself or someone else here

For myself or someone else here?

I thought you had the only children syndrome

You're use to getting what you want

You turned up in a gown made in Mexico

Dressed up to the nines

You're standing in the front row singing along

At a punk show, yeah, what planet you from?

Hey, there's only so much I can take

Am I the only person here who's awake to see this is fake?

Yeah, you're taking all the space

Can't you leave a little for myself or someone else here

For myself or someone else here?

I'll just bite my tongue

I'll just bite my tongue

I'll just bite my tongue

I'll just bite my tongue

Hey, there's only so much I can take

Am I the only person here who's awake to see this is fake?

Yeah, you're taking all the space

Can't you leave a little for myself or someone else here

For myself or someone else here?