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Too young to go steady, |
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Too young, I hear him say, |
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he says we're not ready, |
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But then why am I feelin' this way |
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Too young, so he tells me, |
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he says, we'll have to wait, |
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Why wait . . . |
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'Till it may be |
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too late |
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Can he realize he drives me wild, |
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Is he made of stone? |
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Must he always treat me like a child, |
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Won't he ever own up, I'm grown up |
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Someday, he'll be sorry, |
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Someday, just wait an' see! |
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he'll wish . . . |
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he'd gone steady . . . |
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With me! |
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Can he realize he drives me wild, |
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Is he made of stone? |
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Must he always treat me like a child, |
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Won't he ever own up, I'm grown up |
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Someday, he'll be sorry, |
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Someday, just wait an' see! |
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he'll wish . . . |
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he'd gone steady . . . |
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With me! |
