Ten years in the jail was I
And I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby, lookin at my life go-o by
Fallin' in the streets, I'm broke
I'm laughin' at the poor man, talkin' to the bli-ind man

See the lady in the street car lights, got a whole lot to lo-o-ose
Television and a red red wine
So won't you tell me, won't you tell me the tru-uth

Are you old enough, are you old enough
Are you old enough, are you old enough
Are you old enough, ooh-ooh-ooh
Are you old enough, oh-oh

Time goes and here we stand
Laughin' at the side shows, sinkin' in the quick sand

The other side of another world, scratch my back
Go the coloured girls, yeah-eah, oh yeah-eah-eah
I just wanted to kiss someone, I've got the moondog blues
You just happened to be standin' there
So won't you tell me, won't you tell me the tru-uth

Are you old enough, are you old enough
Are you old enough, are you old enough
Are you old enough, ooh-ooh-ooh
Are you old enough, oh-oh

Ahh-ahh, ahh-ahh

See the lady in the street car lights, got a whole lot to lo-ose
Television and a red red wine
So won't you tell me, won't you tell me the tru-uth

(Ten years in the jail was I and I'm thinkin' about my baby)
Are you old enough, are you old enough
(Lookin at my life go by-y)
Are you old enough, ooh-ooh-ooh, are you old enough

(Ten years in the jail was I and I'm thinkin' about my baby)
Are you old enough, are you old enough
(Lookin at my life go by-y)

Ten years in the jail was I and I'm thinkin' 'bout my baby
Lookin' at my life go-o by
(Ten years in the jail was I and I'm thinkin' about my baby)
Are you old enough, are you old enough
(Lookin at my life go by-y)
Fallin' in the streets, I'm broke, I'm laughin' at the poor man [fade]


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