I'm part of generation sexually ambiguous
All the girls kiss all the girls
And the boys don't know what to do
So they borrow our pants and our shoes
And our eyeliner toio
We go home
We trade up

We go out on the town and then we do it again
We go home
We trade up
We go out on the town and then we do it again

Hey mister hey mister
I kissed your kid sister
What'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do
She sad her lips were aching
Our hands touched her's were shaking

She said it's a sin to kiss you
But if don't my lips will turn blue
All you're houses of preaching
Filed with misguided teaching
That tell us to stop drog
Keep our legs locked

But our bodies are loaded weapons
Ready to implode, ready to implode
We were built to be
Explored by others physically

Lock a lock with many many different keys
And I play safe but I wont play by the rules
Cause I like chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry too
Hey mister hey mister
I kissed your kid sister

Wat'cha gonna go, what'cha gonna do
She said her lips were aching
Our hands touched her's were shaking
She said it's a sin to kiss you
But If I don't my lips will turn blue