Intro: I got a twenty dollar bill That says no ones ever seen you Without makeup, your always made up And I'm sick of your tattoos And the way you always criticize The Smiths and Morrissey And I know that your a sucker For anything acoustic But when I say lets keep in touch I really mean I wish that you'd grow up This is the first song for your mix tape And it's short just like your temper Somewhat golden like the afternoons We used to spend, before you got too cool I got a twenty dollar bill That says no ones ever seen you Without makeup, your always made up And I'm sick of your tattoos And the way you don't appreciate Brand New Or me And I know that your a sucker For anything acoustic But when I say lets keep in touch I hope you know I mean I wish that you'd grow up This is the first song for your mix tape And it's short just like your temper Somewhat golden like the afternoons We used to spend, before you got too cool