OLD FASHIONED GIRL
Not the boyfriend-finding type — you’re an old-fashioned girl
Been a while since we last met, you and me
Let’s at least hold hands walking through Park Avenue
I’ll let go when it gets sticky — promise!
Look at all the boys and girls around town
Got the fun “mingling between sexes” thing down pat
Not the boyfriend-finding type — you’re an old-fashioned girl
You wouldn’t fall for someone all willy-nilly
And that’s why you’re so great
Oh, oh, oh, old-fashioned girl
Screw the curfew — you’re an old-fashioned girl
We don’t get these moonlit nights often
Let’s at least cross arms, no one’s looking
I’ll send you home on the next taxi — promise!
I do understand my position
Of course I know there’s someone else you like
I’m at fault, too, never able to make up a chummy mood
But then you don’t fit society’s mould either
And that’s why you’re so great
Oh, oh, oh, old-fashioned girl
I can’t help it — I like you, old-fashioned girl!
But it’s not like you’d ever catch on to my feelings
And that’s why you’re so great
Oh, oh, oh, old-fashioned girl
