Well, she was standing in a bar
I said, "Hello, how do you do?"
She handed me a beer with a kangaroo
She spoke of places I had never been
That she had traveled to
And we slow danced alone to faster tunes
And I made her laugh, I made a pass
I showed her my half-dollar ring
She said, "That's pretty cool,"
But classy girls don't kiss in bars, you fool
(No, they don't!)
So, later on, the crowd calmed down
And I believe it was as if
Something drew me closer to her lips
So, picture my surprise when I had tried
To lean in for a kiss
And she just smiled and turned her head down
And I asked her why, and she replied
It was nothing I was doin' wrong
It's just what it is
No classy girls, don't kiss in bars like this
No, classy girls don't kiss in bars
Boys will break their backs and hearts
But it's alright, the hardest part is through
Oh, through
Oh, through
Oh, through
The hardest part is through