A high school afternoon;   seems like we've grown up all too soon!   Seems like we've all grown up too soon,   when everything begins to change.      After the spring break of torture,   summer's gonna be a real scorcher!   17 and stuck at home   I hope to God I don't die alone, so      Cue the band to play our song   the one you've been whistling all along   The end of the song may end our love   so can you save the last dance for me?      And while the night is young, let's fall in love   such a golden time to be so young   Such a golden time to be naive,   so many years we've been deceived      Cue the band to play our song again,   the one you thought was always gone   the end of the song may end our love   so can we kiss before the credits come?      just another high school afternoon   seems like we've all grown up too soon.