Thirteen, skinny as a wire coat hanger, too old to play with kids
Too young to play with the men folk, pitching pennies at the bridge
And making bids
Didn't know how much love could mean, just a boy becoming a teen
Hung around, but I was cool, hands in the pockets of the longers
That I wore to school
And John and Paul sang 'Love Me Do'
'Please Please Me' and 'She Loves You'
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
'All My Lovin', 'Hold Me Tight'
'A Taste Of Honey' and 'Twist and Shout' all night
Yeah, Yeah yeah, yeah
Lots of near successes, almost got that date
Almost got to touch her there, that was nearly almost great
Almost got to kiss her lips, but I could only stare
From two rows behind her, from where, I could see her
Beehive hair
Broken voices, puberty, thoughts of vices, nudity
Every girl under scrutiny, we were looking for opportunity
Oh the cruelty, almost there was newsworthy
Held hostage, without liberty, by hormones all in mutiny
But John sang love, make love not war
Yeah, John sang love, make love not war
Yeah, John sang love, while we talked and held each other
Tight, ah yeah, I remember you and
Those nights, yeah how I remember
Those nights, when we held each other
