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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! |
