We all know those awkward conversations with our parents, whether it be about a boy/girl or something we saw or hear. Well i’ve had many of those with my lovely mother and father but one battle in particular was most memorable. While watching Grease you should not use captions as a 12 year old girl with your mother in the room.
I was 12 years old sitting comfortably in my living room happily singing along to the happy smiling faces and bright colored costumes.
Well, if you are way too old for halloween, it's a cool outfit for you and your gal pals!
First, grab a light pink jacket or another color you would like. If you don't have one, dip a leather jacket in pink paint or another color you and your gals like and let dry. On the back, use permanent marker to write Pink Ladies or your group's name in cool handwriting.
Wear tight-to-skin leather pants, leggings, or colored jeans. Wear high-heels or ballet flats or some girly but retro but trendy BUT edgy shoes.
There are worse things I could do,
than go with a boy or two
Even though the neighborhood thinks
I'm trashy and no good
I suppose it could be true,
but there are worse things I could do
I could flirt with all the guys,
smile at them and bat my eyes.
Press against them when we dance,
make them think they stand a chance
and then refuse to see it through,
that's the thing I'd never do.
I can stay home every night
Wait around for Mr. Right,
Well this car is systematic, hydromatic, ultramatic
Why, it could be Greased Lightnin'!
We'll get some overhead lifters and some four barrel quads, oh yeah
Keep talkin', whoah keep talkin'!
Fuel injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
I'll get her ready, I need to get her ready!
With a four-speed on the floor, they'll be waitin' at the door
You know that ain't shit when we'll be gettin' lots of tit
Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee, lousy with virginity
Won't go to bed till I'm legally wed, I can't, I'm Sandra Dee
Watch it, hey, I'm Doris Day, I was not brought up that way
Won't come across, even Rock
Hudson lost his heart to Doris Day
I don't drink or swear, I won't rat my hair,
I get ill from one cigarette
Keep your filthy paws off my silky drawers.
Would you pull that crap with Annette?
As for you, Troy Donahue, I know what you wanna do
Stranded at the drive in, branded a fool,
What will they say
Monday at school?
Sandy, can't you see, I'm in misery
We made a start, now we're apart,
There's nothin' left for me
Love has flown all alone,
I sit and wonder why-y-y oh why you left me,
Oh Sandy, maybe someday, when highschool is done
Somehow, someway, our two worlds will be one
In heaven forever and ever we will be,
oh please say you'll stay,
oh Sandy Sandy my darlin', you hurt me real bad,