I Hated High school, I prayed it would end.

The jocks and their girls, it was their world, I didn't fit in.

Mama said, "Baby, it's the best school that money can buy,

Hold your head up, be strong, c'mon Mary, try."



I stole mama's car on a Sunday and left home for good,

Moved in with my friends in the city, in a bad neighborhood.

Charles was a dancer, he loved the ballet,

And Kimmy sold pot and read Keroac and Hemingway.



Drag Queens in Limousines

Nuns in blue jeans

Dreamers with big dreams

All took me in



Charly and I flipped burgers to cover the rent

And Bourbons at Happy hour for .35 cents

One day before work we got drunk and danced in the rain