We have a teen-age daughter
She goes to high school every day
We think she's sorta boy struck
She thinks her Dad and Mom are old
But these kids they gow up fast
So Mom and Dad lets try to be
You know the kind I mean,
With big blue eyes and straw-like hair
The worst you've ever seen?
For why I cannot see,
When her report card we receive
Her highest score is "D"
That's all she talks about,
But if we mention such a thing
You just should see her pout.
Old-fashioned in their way,
And all they ever say to her
"Sure was different in our day."
And sometimes way too soon,
The next thing they are married
And on their honeymoon.
A bit more like the teens,
And make believe we're kids again,
Life just ain't what it seems.
