Watson Moon - Denim Kids

Denim kids in denim shorts
I write about in my reports
I go to school
I see the man
I try to cope the best I can
My parents gone
I’m all alone
I put my shorts on on my own
The man arrives
He’s looking shy
I make believe that I can fly
In time he goes
I lock the door
My denim shorts are on the floor
My friends say I should get a job
But I just sit around and sob

Denim kids in denim shorts
I wish I would’ve been aborted
Nothing left
The man is home
And now I must hang up the phone
And as for you
You must relax
The man is never coming back
Except for me
O no no no
And now I guess I gotta go