Really should be studying
But the day's so fine
Just chilling at the beach

Take away the cheap white wine
Killing time was so lame
And every boy who walks by

Time for the gin
No one looks down and acts up shy


I can hear the omen in my head
And I haven't even spoken with him for a month
Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red

Driving us out to the wharf in Bluff

Girl, focus

Where'd this attitude come from?
You're my oldest
Focus


If I put in the time
I know I'd do good

Making prop, whatever else
I swear I would
But there's just other things

And I don't try
There's nothing more than minimum
And I get by


And I can hear the omen in my head
And I haven't even spoken with him for a month

Riding shotgun in a shirt deep red
Driving us out to the wharf in Bluff


Girl, focus
Where'd this attitude come from?
You're my oldest, you're my oldest


No more, no more early nights to re-negotiate
No more arriving home loaded with boys and beer

This freedom comes and then it's too late, it's too late

Oh, oh, oh ooh

Oh, oh, oh ooh
Oh, oh, oh ooh x2


Oh, focus
Where'd this attitude come from?
You're my oldest

And girl I need you to show me
Some focus
Focus

Focus
Focus