Almost Eighteen a lot of sugar and lace Almost Eighteen with an angel face She says Im her kind of guy And if I leave her shell die uh uh Ill flip upside down and all the way around Im acting like a clown because I think Ive found The cream of the crop, I know Ill never stop Full Skirt, dont flirt, ballerina shoes Pin slips, two lips that never sing the blues Almost eighteen, a ribbon in her hair Almost eighteen, my babys young and fair Ohoh, Ill never let her go Because, oh I love her so, ohoh Shes gonna have her birthday then well run away Were gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacher Gonna Honeymoon all through the month of June Darlin well have time until were ninety nine, yeah yeah Wedding bells gonna ring, were gonna be together I love her, she loves me, our lovell live forever Almost eighteen, shes a swingin queen Almost eighteen, oh what a lovely dream Until the end of time My babys mine, all mine, uhuh Almost Eighteen Almost Eighteen Almost Eighteen Almost Eighteen
eighteen, almost, ohoh, uh, lovell