All Grown Up Songtext
von F.Y.P

I don′t need your games, I don't need your signs.
I don′t need your ink blots to help you fix my mind.
I don't need your worthless, cheap advice
Or your guilt trips on how I used to be nice.
All grown up, I'll throw up that logic anyway.
I don′t need anyone to validate me.
I don′t need your dough, I don't need your toys.
I don′t need your girls that go for macho boys.
I don't need to walk home 5 miles to see the zero On my answering machine smile.
I don′t need your shrink, I don't need your psych
I don′t need your Porsche, cos I got my own bike.
I don't need to wait til my teeth ache
To brush 'em regularly, once a week.
All grown up, I don′t have to listen to what you have to say.
All grown up, and if you don′t believe me, just ask
My mommy.