The day was normal, their all the same
the "hott" girls were all mean
until I saw a gorgeous girl
she's small, she's sweet, Jeannine

I'd never met a kinder heart
of hearts she is the queen
the story of my broken heart:
Jeannine is fourty, I', eighteen

I love the way she smile's up
I love the air between
I'd kiss her like a child but
Jeannine is fourty I'm eighteen

She asked me if I had a car
I said "no I have a bike"
but I'd love it if I walked you home
and kissed you in the night

instead I walked her to her car
and I started to lean
she closed the door and pulled away
Jeannine is fourty, I'm eighteen

but one day we will fall in love
that simply is a dream
hope don't even reach her voice
Jeannine is fourty, I'm eighteen