I grew up in one hell of a family You'd envy us alright All three girls out looking far trouble But we came home every night I don't want to wear your floral dresses And my lips won't be coloured. I don't want your diamond necklace Your disapproval cuts through But 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 I'm the same.