[Verse 1]
Fourteen cheerleader coldfront, point your nose beyond
Creeping boys in alleys find them when you're gone

[Chorus]
Stick close to locker rooms and waving clothes to wear
You will hold them dear to something queer and stare

[Verse 2]
Sixteen used companions have nowhere to stay
Give them access to parking spaces, no coin meters there

[Chorus]
Stick close to locker rooms and waving clothes to wear
You will hold them dear to something queer and stare
You will hold them dear to something queer and stare