Well, she was standing in the 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 traveled to And we slow danced along to faster tunes And 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" (No, they don't) So, later on the crowd calmed down And I believe it was as if something drew me closer to her lips So, picture my surprise when I had tried to lean in for a kiss And she just smiled and turned her head down I asked her, "Why?" and she replied It was nothing I was doing wrong, it's just what it is No, 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 alright, the hardest part is through Oh, through! Oh, through! Oh, through! The hardest part is through