Well she was standing in the bar
I said, "Hello, how do you do?"
She handed me a beer with a candle
She spoke of places I had never been
That she had traveled to
And we slowed danced along 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"
So later on the crowd calmed down
And I believe it was 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
I asked her, "Why?" and she replied,
"It was nothing I was doing nothing wrong, its just what it is"
Oh, 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 its alright, the hardest part is through
Whoa do, whoa do, whoa do
The hardest part is through