No, it’s not a slow dance tonightNo time for romance ‘coz she’s not got tomorrow on her mindHe needed you in that hotel room but the moment ran awayLoose lips sink ships with his hands on your hipsSo save the bottle for better daysSo save the bottle for better daysShe’s eighteen, eighteenShe’s just another loose drama queenShe’ll fake her way to the topHer lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going downAnd all the grass stained jeans won’t help her find her peaceThere’s only one way to make it right tonightTook a shot and missed on a drunken kissAnother moment that got awayIf her sheets could speak, oh, the things that they would teachSinging tales of poisoned memoriesSo save the bottle for better daysShe’s eighteen, eighteenShe’s just another loose drama queenShe’ll fake her way to the topHer lipsticks all that she’s got so you can count on her going downShe’s eighteen, eighteenMakes promises of promiscuityShe’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care lessSo you can count on her going downAll the drugs and tearsWill never turn back all the yearsThere’s only one way to make it rightNow the cards are dealtWell come and take a good look at yourselfWas this who you wanted to be?Eighteen and naiveshe’s eighteen, eighteenShe’s just another loose drama queenShe’ll fake her way to the topHer lipsticks all that she’s got so you can…She’s eighteen, eighteenMakes promises of promiscuityShe’ll turn his life into mess and she just couldn’t care lessSo you can count on her going downYeah, you can count on her going downYeah, you can count on her going down