Pin Up

Tiny holes in the drywall, scars of an adolescent crush Scotch tape and peeled-off paint, signs of a blood-flow rush All the names and faces changed, but in her heart it was all the same She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream Now the girl's getting older, slowly coming of age And those feelings fade away with every crumpled-up jagged-edge page But in dreams she longs for the days behind her bedroom door She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream Young Miss is finding out what love's all about Real boys and broken hearts and falling apart Aw, it was so much easier when She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream