Too young to go steady,
Too young, I hear him say,
he says we're not ready,
But then why am I feelin' this way

Too young, so he tells me,
he says, we'll have to wait,
Why wait . . .
'Till it may be
too late

Can he realize he drives me wild,
Is he made of stone?
Must he always treat me like a child,
Won't he ever own up, I'm grown up
Someday, he'll be sorry,
Someday, just wait an' see!
he'll wish . . .
he'd gone steady . . .
With me!

Can he realize he drives me wild,
Is he made of stone?
Must he always treat me like a child,
Won't he ever own up, I'm grown up
Someday, he'll be sorry,
Someday, just wait an' see!
he'll wish . . .
he'd gone steady . . .
With me!