Youve torn your dress, your face is a mess

You can't get enough, but enough aint the test

Youve got your transmission and your live wire

You got your cue line and a handful of ludes

You wanna be there when they count up the dudes

And I love your dress

Youre a juvenile success

Because your face is a mess

So how could they know? 

I said, how could they know?