Pretty little hands, so soft and so wonderful
Pale as snow, the paint stains right through them
See her hands, watch her dance
Over keys, see her hands – oh-oh-oh-oh

The girls walk by with their pants legs rolled up
Their thighs are so obvious but it’s not enough
Because older boys need younger girls
So they feel confidence in themselves
And in what they’ll receive when they speak those fatal words – words!

Your smile does nothing for me, the freckles on your cheeks and the braces on your teeth
Sure they’re cute, maybe the cutest thing I’ve ever seen
But how can I see you so innocently when your cold, to the bone
Your soul is as empty as dead man shoes, there’s a note on your window says – nobody’s home

But those pretty little hands, so soft and so wonderful
Pale as snow, I guess I slipped right through them right through them – ohh

Now the girls are on display in the centre of the through way
Discussing this and that is the fashion of the day
Because older boys need younger girls
So they feel confidence in themselves
And in what they’ll receive when they speak those fatal words
Ahhh- I love you- I love you- I love you
Hang a smile on your face pretty girl
Don’t fret about what you will be when you are older
Look at me, look at me, look at me, look at me when I say
“I’ve had enough of these mind games babe"

The secret of your whim lies steady on those finger tips
Be careful or you’ll lose them, those pretty little finger tips

The girls walk by with their pants legs rolled up
Their thighs are so obvious but it’s not enough
Because older boys need younger girls
So they feel confidence in themselves
Yes, the girls walk by with their pants legs rolled up
Their thighs are so obvious but it’s not enough
Because older boys need younger girls
So they feel confidence in themselves
And in what they’ll receive when they speak those fatal- words