Almost eighteen, a lot of sugar and lace Almost eighteen with an angel face She says, I'm her kind of guy and if I leave her, she'll die, uh, uh
I'll flip upside down and all the way around I'm acting like a clown because I think I've found The cream of the crop, I know I'll never stop I'll go on lovin' my baby, she's a grown up lady now
Full skirt, don't flirt, ballerina shoes Pin slips, two lips that never sing the blues
Almost eighteen, a ribbon in her hair Almost eighteen, my baby's young and fair 0h, oh, I'll never let her go because, oh, I love her so, oh, oh
She's gonna have her birthday then we'll run away We're gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacher Gonna honeymoon all through the month of June Darlin', we'll have a time until we're ninety-nine, yeah, yeah
Wedding bells gonna ring, we're gonna be together I love her, she loves me, our love'll live forever
Almost eighteen, she's a swingin' queen Almost eighteen, oh, what a lovely dream Until the end of time, my baby's mine, all mine, uh, uh Almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
