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?

SOLO/Repeat CHORUS/TAG
Now I’m down to my last empty glass

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Solid Sterling Music (BMI)
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Mood: Upset but could recover...
Key: E / BPM: 130 / Length: 3:25
ISRC: QZ37R1900051
BMI: 20806579
ISWC: T9179733610