you used to kiss the girls |
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I
see you singing like a camera |
I
see you staring from your mouth |
I
see you spittin' out your algebra |
You
think you've got it figured out |
|
I
saw you on American Bandstand |
I
saw you on the Mickey Mouse Club |
I
see your wife has a trash compactor |
I
see you holdin' two ticket stubs |
|
I
see you pushin' out your politics |
I
see you rifling the machine |
I
see you dressin' up your party chicks |
Lipstick
like convertible scenes |
|
I
didn't think that you were so much better |
You
just predicted all the fate in the world |
But
now you're sitting home knitting sweaters |
Tellin'
stories to a three year old |
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CHORUS: |
Ya
used ta kiss the girls and make 'em cry |
Ya
used ta be too young to die |
Ya
used ta kiss the girls and make 'em cry |
Ya
used ta kiss the girls, ya used to kiss the girls |
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Now
you've got one wife, two kids, three cars, |
Four
eyes, five suits, six mortage, seven midnight deals |
Lotsa
time lotsa cash, feed your son take out the trash |
Do
what you're told, you're gettin' old, we did not think you'd last |
|
She
only told you that the party was over |
She
didn't tell you that the bedroom was locked |
And
when she took your key and started up your motor |
You
should have taken that spin around the block |
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REPEAT
CHORUS |
|
Ya
used ta kiss the girls and make 'em cry |
Ya
used ta be too young to die |
Ya
used ta kiss the girls and make 'em cry |
Ya
used ta be too young to die |