sticks of Southern California,
I spend the summer trying to figure out
how to kneel young Hammers on the D -string,
the needle and the damage done
By watching Brockett's fingers
with how he looks when he plays
With his guitar down to his knees
I don't know how he plays that way
But it works upon me just
I'm allowed across the border
to the secret foreign land
Of cars and girls on calendars
and reptiles behind glass
I'm a girl in the boys' room, not a poster
On the wall, not a sister
I was not snuck in to make out
While the parents were away
The girl in the boys' room
They dragged me to some guy's house
or something equally cliché
I do my best, the guys impress
but I know I'm not that great
I play pretty well for a girl
But I'm allowed across the border
to the secret foreign land
Cars and girls on calendars
And reptiles behind glass
I'm a girl in the boys' room
Not a sister down the hall
I was not snuck in to make out
While the parents were away, no
A girl in a boy's room, that's me
Well I confess I had a crush
on each of them sometimes
But to tell would be catastrophe for sure
A kiss could lead to exile
back across the borderline
And then who would teach me
how to make a minor seventh
I can see the path that leads
From the bedrooms of two teenage boys
And that has made all the
And it's partly why today
I'm a girl in my boy's room
Not a sister down the hall
I was not snuck in to make out
while the parents were away, no
I know how to play, and that's the key
The girl in the boys' room, that's me
The girl in the boys' room,
Hey, girl in the boys' room, that's me you
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