By the time your thirty gonna look sixty-five
Give it a try
I could pick your face out in an FBI file
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Says that you ain't a child
You can still cry
You know where you're going but I don't like the places you've been
Laugh it a bit
I can pick your face out from the front or behind
You won't look pretty and your friends will have kissed you goodbye
The red 'round your eyes
You don't feel it inside
If I'm not impressed
You're looking through me
And try and look shy
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
You may look pretty but I can't say the same for your mind
Well, I've seen your face in a trashy magazine
You walk up to me
Get out and ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby, ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
You may look pretty but I can't say the same for your mind
