Bill Osofsky songs
Just recycling
LOOKS LIKE TWENTY-THREE
(verse)
Smokey Joe's was dimly lit when she walked in tonight
I was drinkin' Jack 'n Coke she sat down on my right
"Baby, would you like a beer?" I asked her as she smiled
Three more drinks that lady had my hormones runnin' wild
(verse)
With every dance I heated up by midnight I was hot
We knew where we were headed as we hit that parkin' lot
We had the windows all steamed up in my old Chevrolet
When a voice outside said "Touch her boy, and I'll blow you away"
(chorus)
Wait a minute, mister
How could I have known?
You say she's just a baby
To me she looks full-grown
Another 15 minutes
Could have been the end of me
Lord, help a guy when seventeen
Looks like twenty-three
(verse)
I swear it was an angel came and rescued me tonight
He pulled me from her daddy and was reading me my rights
While daddy picked Maria up and put her in her place
I looked that sheriff in the eye and tried to plead my case
(chorus)
Wait a minute, sheriff
How could I have known?
He says she's just a baby
Well don't she look full-grown?
Another 15 minutes
They'd have thrown away the key
Lord, help a guy when seventeen
Looks like twenty-three.
Bill Osofsky and Jennifer Riddle
(©copyright Pyle-Roser Publishing)
LOOKS LIKE TWENTY-THREE
(verse)
Smokey Joe's was dimly lit when she walked in tonight
I was drinkin' Jack 'n Coke she sat down on my right
"Baby, would you like a beer?" I asked her as she smiled
Three more drinks that lady had my hormones runnin' wild
(verse)
With every dance I heated up by midnight I was hot
We knew where we were headed as we hit that parkin' lot
We had the windows all steamed up in my old Chevrolet
When a voice outside said "Touch her boy, and I'll blow you away"
(chorus)
Wait a minute, mister
How could I have known?
You say she's just a baby
To me she looks full-grown
Another 15 minutes
Could have been the end of me
Lord, help a guy when seventeen
Looks like twenty-three
(verse)
I swear it was an angel came and rescued me tonight
He pulled me from her daddy and was reading me my rights
While daddy picked Maria up and put her in her place
I looked that sheriff in the eye and tried to plead my case
(chorus)
Wait a minute, sheriff
How could I have known?
He says she's just a baby
Well don't she look full-grown?
Another 15 minutes
They'd have thrown away the key
Lord, help a guy when seventeen
Looks like twenty-three.
Bill Osofsky and Jennifer Riddle
(©copyright Pyle-Roser Publishing)
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