6/25 Lyrics by Softcult
Here she comes
Dressed in white
Poison apple, looks so ripe
Slithering, passing by
A familiar appetite
She’s that girl
She’s on fire
Object of your heart’s desire
Every head in the room
Turns to see her next to you
She doesn’t know how to love you
She doesn’t know how to drive
She doesn’t know how to touch you
She’s 16, you’re 25
Picture perfect
Well rehearsed
Better take you at your worst
Show some teeth
Or at least some skin
To everyone be everything
Someone’s daughter
She’s your girl
Maybe that’s a dirty word
Settle down now
Would you behave?
God for once just act your age
She doesn’t know how to love you
She doesn’t know how to drive
She doesn’t know how to touch you
She’s 16, you’re 25