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   Too young to go steady,
   Too young, I hear her say,
   She says we're not ready,
   But then why am I feelin' 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 treat me like a child,
   Won't she ever own up, I'm grown up?
   Someday, she'll be sorry,
   Someday, just wait an' 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 treat me like a child,
   Won't she ever own up, I'm grown up? )
   Someday, she'll be sorry,
   Someday, just wait an' see!
   She'll wish . . .
   She'd gone steady . . .
   With me!
  
   She'll wish . . .
   She'd gone steady . . .
   With me!
  
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