Lyrics Eighteen Is Over the Hill - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band
Antique
white
lace,
A
plastic
face,
A
tinfoil
place,
An
empty
space,
Youre
so
hung-up
on
yourself
And
nothing
else.
(Chorus)
I
like
too
much
the
rain,
The
power
of
my
brain,
The
sunshine
And
the
open
road,
Ahead
of
me.
Laughing
because,
Its
right
to
laugh,
Dress
up
at
night,
In
the
right
dress.
You
cant
change
me
Into
something
That
Im
not.
(Repeat
chorus)
Ill
hear
your
line,
Some
other
time,
When
miming
Performance
rhyme.
The
way
you
feel,
It
is
so
phoney
And
unreal.
(Repeat
chorus
twice)
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