You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label
   You think you know my world
   Wake up young girl, you've got a lot to learn
   My love, my life, my work, my time
   I give them all to you
   Your hand in mine
   We walk, we talk in ryhme
   We go the whole night through
  
   I'm not a grain of sand
   I don't care what's written in your hand
   It's bound to change
  
   Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
   Getting older
   Wrap it up, rip it up now
   Have it sold
   I'm a grower
   Any more, any more, any more, any more...
   I wanna be with you
   Just wanna be with you
  
   But you tease me
   And it shows in the way that you play
   You think you know my love
   Wake up young girl
   And take a taste
   Not a bite, not a bite of a life now
   Can tell you never come, yeah well
   My will, my mind
   My lips, my lines
   I've got them all over you
  
   Your taste combined
   With all the years of wasting time
   I've got a hold on something new
   I'm not a grain of sand
   I don't care what's written in your hand
   Cause it's bound to change
  
   So I'm bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
   Getting older
   Buy the book, rip it up now
   Have it sold
   I'm a grower
   Any more, any more, any more, any more...
   I wanna be with you
   Just wanna be with you
   I don't wanna pray for what is not right
   And I don't wanna beg for what is not mine
   I don't wanna rock the road between dreams and worldly things
   I could charge, and I could really try
   But I don't wanna be the brave one
   In a senseless fight
   I, I, I just wanna be here tonight
  
   Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
   Getting older
   Wrap it up, rip it up now
   Have it sold
   I'm a grower
   Any more, any more, any more, any more...
   I wanna be with you Just wanna be with you
  
   Sore, bored, and I'm lost, cost, cold
   Getting older
   Buy the book, rip it up now
   Have it sold
   I'm a grower
   Any more, any more, any more, any more...
   Any more, any more, any more, any more...
   Any more, any more, any more, any more...
  
   You keep me in a glass jar sealed with a label You think you know my world
   Wake up young girl