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Almost eighteen, a lot of sugar and laceAlmost eighteen with an angel faceShe says, I'm her kind of guy and if I leave her, she'll die, uh, uhI'll flip upside down and all the way aroundI'm acting like a clown because I think I've foundThe cream of the crop, I know I'll never stopI'll go on lovin' my baby, she's a grown up lady nowFull skirt, don't flirt, ballerina shoesPin slips, two lips that never sing the bluesAlmost eighteen, a ribbon in her hairAlmost eighteen, my baby's young and fair0h, oh, I'll never let her go because, oh, I love her so, oh, ohShe's gonna have her birthday then we'll run awayWe're gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacherGonna honeymoon all through the month of JuneDarlin', we'll have a time until we're ninety-nine, yeah, yeahWedding bells gonna ring, we're gonna be togetherI love her, she loves me, our love'll live foreverAlmost eighteen, she's a swingin' queenAlmost eighteen, oh, what a lovely dreamUntil the end of time, my baby's mine, all mine, uh, uhAlmost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen, almost eighteen From Letras Mania