Almost Eighteen

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

Full Skirt, dont 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

Oh-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 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 Eighteen