Young Girls

I spend all my mon ey on a big old fan cy car

for these bright eyed hon eys.

Oh yeah, (D)you know who you are.

Keep me up ’til the sun is high,

’til the birds start call ing my name.

I’m ad dict ed, and I don’t know why;

guess I’ve (D)al ways been this way.

All these (D)roads steer me wrong, but I still drive them all night long, all night long.

All you young, wild girls, you make a mess of me.

Yeah, you young, wild girls, you’ll be the death of me, the death of me.

All you young, wild girls, no mat ter what you do,

yeah, (C#m)you young, wild girls, I al ways come back to you, come back to (E)you.

I get lost un der these lights;

I get lost in the words I say,

start be liev ing my own lies

like ev ’ry (D)thing will be o kay.

Oh, I still dream of a sim ple life: boy meets girl, makes her his wife.

But (F#m)love don’t ex ist when you live like this; that much I know,

yes, I know.

All these (D)roads steer me wrong, but I still drive them all night long, (E)all night (D)long.

All you young, You,

you, ooh, ooh, woo.

You, you,

you, ooh, ooh, woo.

Yeah, you, you,

you, ooh, ooh, woo.

You, you,

you,

ooh, woo.

All (E)you young, wild girls, you make a mess of me.

Yeah, you young, wild girls, you’ll be the death of me, the death of me.

All you young, wild girls, no mat ter what you do,

yeah, (C#m)you young, wild girls, I al ways come back to you, come back to you.