Pin Up

Tiny holes in the drywall, scars of an adolescent crush
 Scotch tape and peeled-off paint, signs of a blood-flow rush
 All the names and faces changed, but in her heart it was all the same
 She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine
 She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream
 Now the girl's getting older, slowly coming of age
 And those feelings fade away with every crumpled-up jagged-edge page
 But in dreams she longs for the days behind her bedroom door
 She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine
 She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream
 Young Miss is finding out what love's all about
 Real boys and broken hearts and falling apart
 Aw, it was so much easier when
 She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine
 She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream
 She was in love with a pin up, picture from a magazine
 She was in love with a pin up, object of her every dream