I met a girl in L.A. The million dollar kind She was all for all or nothing She was open all the time But when I called her number Her mother's on the line sayin' You've no business As God's my witness With a child as young as mine
CHORUS So make sure that she's old enough Before you blow your mind She may look like she knows enough But look her in the eye And if so Let her go You'll let her down in style
I met a girl in Paris She talked like Vera Lynn And her eyes were full of dew drop The moment I walked in She was awfully nice The kind that likes to win But if I'd been wiser A whole lot wiser Then I might have thought again