Classy Girls

Well, she was standing in a 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 if

Something drew me closer to her lips

So picture my surprise when I had tried

To lean in for a kiss

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

Whoa, through

Whoa, through

Whoa, through

The hardest part is through