A high school afternoon;
seems like we've grown up all too soon!
Seems like we've all grown up too soon,
when everything begins to change.

After the spring break of torture,
summer's gonna be a real scorcher!
17 and stuck at home
I hope to God I don't die alone, so

Cue the band to play our song
the one you've been whistling all along
The end of the song may end our love
so can you save the last dance for me?

And while the night is young, let's fall in love
such a golden time to be so young
Such a golden time to be naive,
so many years we've been deceived

Cue the band to play our song again,
the one you thought was always gone
the end of the song may end our love
so can we kiss before the credits come?

just another high school afternoon
seems like we've all grown up too soon.