Nobody's there when you get home
You're renting movies on your own
His poster's on my bedroom wall
I sit there waiting for his call

And I know
I'm just a little girl
But he makes my hair curl
When I think of him
And I
I hate to say he's 20
It gets harder after many
What I feel
He feels inside
When the day turns into night

Another tired afternoon
Another dusty hotel room
I hate the fact that he's not here
But now i'm counting down the days till I meet him

And I know
I'm just a little girl
But he makes my hair curl
When I think of him
And I
I hate to say he's 20
It gets harder after many
What I feel
He feels inside
When the day turns into night