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