Little fish

At the park
in their slick blue jeans

The pretty blondes
all at the age of seventeen

Hanging on
to their cornerstones

The local drug dealer
who's just skin and bones

I used to be jealous
of the luck they had

Scooping up cute chicks
the one's I wished were my bad

But that was more scores ago
than I want you to know

The times have changed
Well , you know how that goes

Now the sandal is on the foot
that the boot wouldn't do

And now I am looking back
not feeling sorry for you

The atmosphere proved in time
it was so much more than brittle

When the time came down to choose you were stuck in the middle

When the years were added up
to the conquistador's smile

A lighter shade of pale
was playing long out of style