| Too young to go steady
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| Too young, I hear her say
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| She says we’re not ready
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| But then why am I feeling this way?
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| Too young, so she tells me
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| She says we’ll have to wait
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| Why wait till it may be too late?
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| Can she realize she drives me wild?
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| Is she made of stone?
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| Must she always act just like a child?
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| Won’t she ever own up, we’re grown up?
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| Someday she’ll be sorry
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| Someday just wait and see
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| She’ll wish she’d gone steady with me
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| Can she realize she drives me wild?
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| Is she made of stone?
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| Must she always act just like a child?
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| Won’t she ever own up, we’re grown up?
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| Someday she’ll be sorry
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| Someday just wait and see
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| She’ll wish she’d gone steady with me |