You Used To Kiss The Girls
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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