From the recording I Just Cannot Be This Age

Lyrics

VERSE
“Class” is a word that I usually reserve
For horses and cars and such
But you now believe, in your dreams
That I don’t measure up quite enough

PRE-CHORUS
I thought we were doin’ fine
But you drew a line in the sand I just had to cross

CHORUS
Now I’m down to my last empty glass
Just waitin’ for this feelin’ to pass
Did I hear you say I’m not in your class?
Did you hear me say “kiss my ass?”
Now I’m through with you and all that you are
I hope I never see you again in this bar
But if I do, your good looks will only go so far

VERSE
Class can be high; class can be low
Social standin’ ain’t how you know
Real class is how you treat your fellow man
But I can see you don’t understand

Repeat PRE-CHORUS

Repeat CHORUS

BRIDGE
Is there nothing left that people won’t say?
Won’t someone please make this pain go away?

RIDE

Repeat CHORUS

TAG
Now I’m down to my last empty glass

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Solid Sterling Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved.

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Mood: Upset but could recover
Key: E / BPM: 130 / Length: 3:25
ISRC: QZ37R1900051
BMI: 20806579
ISWC: T9179733610