(Chick Endor and Charlie Farrell)
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Sweet young thing of sixteen
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Thought I'd step out one night
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I longed to get the thrilling life i've missed
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I met a youth
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A bit uncouth
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Although he seemed alright
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I knew him by the moment when we kissed
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Then I got home, next day with a swollen head
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My girlfriend asked if i'd had fun I said,
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ˇ°was I drunk?
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was he handsome?
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Did momma give me hell?
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Did I get a thrill?
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Am I full of quiver?
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Was he rough?
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Did I care?
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Am I glad I fell?
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Every time I think of him do I shiver?
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Was he hot?
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And was I?
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And would he stand for maybe?
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He would not?
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Did I lie?
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Does he still think i'm a baby?
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If I was, am I still?
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Do I care?
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Don't be silly
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Was I drunk?
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Was he handsome?
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And did momma give me hell?
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Was I drunk?
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Was he handsome?
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Did momma give me hell?
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With his hands loose as no refusin'
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Did he fight?
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Was I blue?
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Almost shamed to tell
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And I don't know yet the system he was usin'
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Well I said, stop, please, behave!
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Well what's the use of breathin'?
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He said, give
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So I gave
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After all, what was I savin'?
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Am I glad?
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Holy gee,
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Have I had fun, you're askin' me?
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Was I drunk?
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Was he handsome?
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And did momma give me hell?
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Was I
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| Madeleine Peyroux |
