| 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 feelin’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. |
| ..
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| '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 treat me like a child,
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| Won’t she ever own up, i’m grown up?
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| Someday, she’ll be sorry,
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| Someday, just wait an’see!
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| She’ll wish. |
| ..
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| She’d gone steady. |
| ..
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| 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 treat me like a child,
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| Won’t she ever own up, i’m grown up?)
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| Someday, she’ll be sorry,
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| Someday, just wait an’see!
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| She’ll wish. |
| ..
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| She’d gone steady. |
| ..
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| With me!
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| She’ll wish. |
| ..
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| She’d gone steady. |
| ..
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| With me!
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| <instrumental &choral close> |