1st verse:
The old class photo from which you can barely recognize yourself.
Shivering in that picture in their skimpy, tight dresses
those girls of the front row; pressing their thighs together
until they finally went over the edge on their wild trips.
Chorus:
They never got back, I guess,
never returned to hang around at the school’s smoking place.
One of them went permanently to the La-La Land
and the other one was found on a frozen lake wearing no clothes.
2nd verse:
The other kind of girls had been taught how to curtsy.
Their hair neatly done, make-up on the rosy cheeks.
Since the front-row girls never snitched on each other
they were made to sob, and wipe their shame onto the streets.
(Chorus)