I don't care about the summer breaks Don't know much about love About the look of my hair
I've been flirting too much with the creeps This is what I've been told I took a walk on the wild side of life
My TV set gives me tenderness The cab driver guy is my friend I look around me and all I can see
I believe that ain't true
And all the people that lived on my street They remind me of who I've become But I can't win them back Gotta find a way on my own But it won't be like home
I believe that ain't true
And sometimes I'm cryin', maybe this is happening too fast But someone told me "boy you shouldn't worry 'bout the past" But who would give a damn about the cameras til they're gone
Don't tell me it's hard to believe there's something out there 'Cause no matter how much I believe that ain't true
I believe that ain't true
I don't care about the summer breaks Don't know much about love About the look of my hair