In a sixty-eigtht camero a little girl, and big four lanes Oh, she's flying like an arrow out across the Pontchartrain To a man down in New Orleans, says he loves her eyes of blue Swears she'll never want for nothing, he shounds too good to be true
She's dreaming of the parties, he's sure to take her to And all the big white houses down on St Charles Avenue Well, she twenty-one in May, to shake the small down blues She knows right where she's heading and it's too good to be true
Take the heart, it's an easy victim for and old silver tongue And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young The don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is
As she can see those city lights she should be full of hope Suddenly she hears her daddy and the last words that he spoke Sister, always be a good girl, please remember this I don't care what he's telling you, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is
A tender hearts an easy victim for an old silver tongue And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young The don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true It probably is
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