Classy Girls

Well, she was standing in a bar

I said: "hello how do you do?"

She handed me a beer with a kangaroo

She spoke of places I had never been

That she had travelled to

And we slow danced alone to faster tunes

I made her laugh, I made a pass

I showed her my half-dollar ring, she said:

"That's pretty cool

But classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool."

So later on the crowd calmed down

And I believe it was as if

Something drew me closer to her lips

Picture my surprise when I had

Tried to lean in for a kiss

And she just smiled and turned her head down quick

I asked her why, and she replied

It was nothing I was doing wrong

It's just what it is

But classy girls, don't kiss in bars like this

No, classy girls don't kiss in bars

Boys will break their backs and hearts

But it's all right

The hardest part is through