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