Erica America

Hair in curlsNot quite as tall as the other girlsI'd ran away from the laughter upstairsWear high heels and I cut my hairTry to conceal so tired of their small town gamesWhistle a tune of a horse with no nameHang around by the stadiumDrinking a wine like a bowery bumErica let's go out tonightStaying out till the morning lightErica let's go out tonightEverything's gonna be alrightDiamond JoeHe took my watch and my stereoI wished I hadn't got a permanent waveCan't show my face at the town arcadeCan't stand that place anywayTired of their small town gamesWhistle a tune of I gotta see Jane yeahRead the stars of an Aries girlWear the crown in another world