A smile on your face
But not in your eyes
Youre looking through me
You dont feel it inside
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
I could pick your face out in an fbi file
You may look pretty but I cant say the same for your mind
Ah ah ah
You walk up to me
And try to look shy
The red round your eyes
Says that you aint a child
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Well Ive seen your face in a trashy magazine
You know where youre going but I dont like the places
Youve been
Ah ah ah
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
I can pick your face out from the front or behind
You may look pretty but I cant say the same for your mind
Ah ah ah
Laugh it a bit
Give it a try
If Im not impressed
You can still cry
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
By the time your thirty gonna look sixty-five
You wont look pretty and your friends will have kissed you
Goodbye
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby...
