Too Young To Go Steady

Too young to go steady,

Too young, I hear her say,

She says we're not ready,

But then why am I feeling this way?

Too young, so she tells me,

She says, we'll have to wait,

Why wait . . .

Till it may be too late?

Can she realize she drives me wild,

Is she made of stone?

Must she always just like a child,

Won't she ever own up, will grown up?

Someday, she'll be sorry,

Someday, just wait and see!

She'll wish . . .

She'd gone steady . . .

With me!

Can she realize she drives me wild,

Is she made of stone?

Must she always just like a child,

Won't she ever own up, will grown up?

Someday, she'll be sorry,

Someday, just wait and see!

She'll wish . . .

She'd gone steady . . .

With me!