| You like 'em young, so, so young
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| And when your wife is gone
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| You charm the girls like Mister James Bond
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| She’s fifteen, what a young sweet dream
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| Do you pretend you’re 21 as you were shooting that old gun?
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| Please, let her be
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| Please, let her sleep
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| You respected old man, just put that old gun down
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| And point it at someone who’s old enough for one
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| Just quit all those young ones, you’re doing the whole town
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| Well, respected old man, just put that old gun down
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| Going on all night long
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| What doesn’t turn you on
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| Do you call her when she’s older?
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| I hear your voice go strong
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| My bell is saving me from some
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| But I can’t take it any longer
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| Please, let her be
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| Please, let her sleep
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| You respected old man, just put that old gun down
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| And point it at someone who’s old enough for one
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| Just quit all those young ones, you’re doing the whole town
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| Well, respected old man, just put that old gun down
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| You like 'em young, so, so young
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| And when your wife is gone
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| You keep on shooting that old gun
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| You respected old man, just put that old gun down
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| And point it at someone who’s old enough for one
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| Just quit all those young ones, you’re doing the whole town
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| Well, respected old man, just put that old gun down |