A smile on your face but not in your eyes
You're looking through me, you don't 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 can't say the same for your mind
Ah, ah, ah
You walk up to me and try and look shy
The red 'round your eyes, says that you ain't a child
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Well I've seen your face in a trashy magazine
You know where you're going but I don't like the places you've 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 can't say the same for your mind
Ah, ah, ah
Laugh it a bit, give it a try
If I'm 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 won't look pretty and your friends will have kissed you goodbye
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby

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