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!
{ From: http://www.elyrics.net }
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!