Little sister, how does it feel
To be outside looking in?
You're watching the big girls dressing up
As the party's about to begin.
It's so unfair to be that young
And always overlooked.
You'd give your all to join them there
But your place was never booked.
They push you aside as their boyfriends arrive
In their flashy open-top cars.
You've begged and begged to ride in one, but
That's as likely as visiting Mars.
And how you'd love a boyfriend, too.
One of your very own.
You'd be treated like a princess, of that you're sure,
And would never again feel alone.
But instead you're packed off to bed
With a resentment in your heart
That instigates vile thoughts of revenge
As you seethe there in the dark.
It's so annoying that they expect you to
Be a shoulder when things go wrong.
Yet when you need them, where are they?
Without thought for you, long gone.
So you lie awake until 4am
When you hear them creeping in
With boys in tow, as they climb the stairs
Giggling and whispering 'Let's sin!'
Now you'll pay, you spitefully think,
And you begin to scream and shout
Until you manage to make yourself sick
So your parents come rushing out.
You tell them something unmentionable you've seen
Through a slightly open door.
Then your mother barges in to find them
Frolicking naked on parquet floor.
You're a bitch!