She used to be the queen of clubs, the matriarch
Till the gang all got boyfriends and drifted apart
The lunckbreak's alway baby talk, engagement rings
But because she's not a member they won't let her in
From her to maternity, the man that she's destined to meet
Someone who will take her home
Someone's going to take her home
Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses
So goodbye backseat fumbling and aching heads
She's been looking for love in all the wrong beds
Tears staining her diary, is it asking too much to believe
Someone going to take her home
Someone's going to take her home
Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses
Neo-neanderthals pose in Prada
Clearly in love with themselves
And she knows the good ones are taken
Or gay or over the hill
Is it just some impossible dream?
Will it change when she turns seventeen?
Somebody to take her home
Someone's going to take her home
Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses
Till the gang all got boyfriends and drifted apart
The lunckbreak's alway baby talk, engagement rings
But because she's not a member they won't let her in
From her to maternity, the man that she's destined to meet
Someone who will take her home
Someone's going to take her home
Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses
So goodbye backseat fumbling and aching heads
She's been looking for love in all the wrong beds
Tears staining her diary, is it asking too much to believe
Someone going to take her home
Someone's going to take her home
Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses
Neo-neanderthals pose in Prada
Clearly in love with themselves
And she knows the good ones are taken
Or gay or over the hill
Is it just some impossible dream?
Will it change when she turns seventeen?
Somebody to take her home
Someone's going to take her home
Reflected in his eyes, confetti, champagne and roses