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
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
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
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
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