I see you singing like a camera
I see you staring from your mouth
I see you spittin' out your algebra
You think you've got it figured out
I saw you on American Bandstand
I saw you on the Mickey Mouse Club
I see your wife has a trash compactor
I see you holdin' two ticket stubs
I see you pushin' out your politics
I see you rifling the machine
I see you dressin' up your party chicks
Lipstick like convertible scenes
I didn't think that you were so much better
You just predicted all the fate in the world
But now you're sitting home knitting sweaters
Tellin' stories to a three year old
CHORUS:
Ya used ta kiss the girls and make 'em cry
Ya used ta be too young to die
Ya used ta kiss the girls and make 'em cry
Ya used ta kiss the girls, ya used to kiss the girls