Excuse Me

Well excuse me
If I ain’t ready for boozing
And your so-called «grown up things»
That you want to do, ooh
Well excuse me
If I don’t wanna go smoking
And try out your dumb flings
That you had to do, ooh
PRE-CHORUS 1:
Well I don’t need to try those things
To live my life
You need to shape up
You need to grow up
You need to throw back your shoulders and be a man
Don’t call your mama
Don’t call your papa
To get them to deal with things that you can’t handle
I’ll tell you one thing, I’ll tell you two things
You’re inexperienced and insecure
I’m moving on
And that’s for sure