photo © 1996 by Kent Miles
I see her daddy look at me
With murder in his eye
She's off-limits
Least until she waves eighteen bye-bye
Oh, but my heart knows
Her soul's as old as I...
I'm startin' more 'n' more t' curse my fate
I know I'm bound t' lose
These grey hairs don' hesitate
An' I don' get t' choose
Who's got me singin'
The Too Young Baby Blues
Well, I don' wanna steal her virtue
That ain't my intent
Don't even wanna break her curfew
I'm not that kinda gent
So, howcome my good judgement
Just gave me up for Lent?
Aw, I'm startin' more 'n' more t' curse my fate
I know I'm bound t' lose
These grey hairs they don' hesitate
An' I don' get t' choose
Who's got me singin'
The Too Young Baby Blues
Y' got me singin'
The Too Young Baby Blues