I grew up in one hell of a family

You'd envy us alright

All three girls are looking for trouble

But we came home every night.

I don't wanna wear your floral dresses

And my lips won't be coloured

I don't want your diamond necklace

Your disapproval cuts through.

I see the way you look at me

You don't have to tell me.

I'm growing older each passing day

But my heart still remains

I bet you thought I'd grow out of these habits

Forgive me for missing.

I don't wanna wear your floral dresses

And my lips won't be coloured

I don't want your diamond necklace

Your disapproval cuts through.

'cause I see the way you look at me

I see the way you look at me

You don't have to tell me.