He's thirty-eight years old, never kissed a girl Same pattern on the table, same clock on the wall Been one seat empty, eighteen years in all Freezing slow time, away from the world Twelve men broke loose in seventy-three From Mill Haven maximum security

In the back of that red rag top She said please don't stop I was back in that red rag top On the day she stopped loving me I was twenty and she was eighteen We were just about as wild as we were green In the ways of the world She'd pick me up in that red

(I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head, get down (She give me money) Now, I ain't sayin' she a gold digger (When I'm in need) But she ain't messin' with no broke niggas (I gotta leave) Get down girl, go 'head Eighteen years, eighteen years She take my

Fourteenth of February , eighteen ninety nine. Odessa, How strong am I? The British ship Veronica was lost without a sign. Baa baa black sheep, you haven't any wool. Captain Richardson left himself a lonely wife in Hull. Cherub, I lost a ship in the

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said

I'm a boy and I'm a man I gotta get away Lines form on my face and hands Lines form from the ups and downs I'm in the middle without any plans I'm eighteen

Nah nah nah I haven't seen you in ages Sometimes I find myself wondering where you are For me you'll always be eighteen And beautiful and dancing away with my heart I finally asked you to dance on the last slow song Beneath that moon that was really a

Here in Youngstown My sweet Jenny, I'm sinkin' down Here darlin' in Youngstown In Youngstown Here in north east Ohio Back in eighteen-o-three James and Danny Heaton Found the ore that was linin' yellow creek They built a blast furnace

I'm just waiting 'til I'm eighteen She told me to meet her there, I cannot afford the bus fare, I'm not old enough for her, So tell me what else can I do? I bought my fake ID for you You got me waiting in a queue, For a bar I can't get into, I'm not old