Too Young Baby Blues

© 1995 by J. Scott Iverson
All Rights Reserved


photo © 1996 by Kent Miles

Raven hair and almond eyes
I swear I've known before
Who's this little Fellini-vision
I can't seem to ignore?
Aw, she's just some kid
But she cuts me to the core

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

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