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Walkin on down to the seventh grade dance And I don't know what we're goin there for No ones gonna talk to us We'll look really stupid just starin' at the gymnasium floor I'll wrestle the beat with my two left feet They'll point and they'll stare at what my mom made me wear And tomorrow I'll wake up crying and smiling Just another day in the suburbs where behind every cloud there's a big ball of burning sunshine Hitchin a ride to the high school dance And i don't know what we're goin there for The girls are so pretty in their shopping mall fashions And we're so invisible to them I feel like I'm in some John Hughes film Like a dream we've all had when you can't run too fast And tomorrow I'll wake up crying and smiling Just another day in the suburbs where behind every cloud there's a big ball of burning sunshine Drivin on up to the Hollywood party And I don't know what we're goin there for There's too many fools and too many rules and dress codes And one too many people there They'll shake hands and grin Sharing eight by tens They'll point and they'll laugh at my photogragh And tomorrow they'll wake up crying and smiling From Letras Mania