When I was young
All the men used to want me
Then I got old
And by old I mean twenty
And though I'm not near as naive
The dogs still bite and sheep still bleed
Baaaah
Bahhhh
Bahhhhh
When I was young
I let men decorate me
Hand shaped bruises
In the morning
Now I'm not near as naive no
I hope that you're loosing sleep
Ahhhhhh
Ahhh
Ahhhhhh
And I've grown harder
Like they always would
It's not hurting
If he's feeling good
And I've grown harder
Guess I'm over done
It's not growing up
If you're just growing numb
Can't be surprised at the way that they court me
Life's sure hard when you're pushing forty
Now I'm not near as naive no
I don't care for keeping peace
Ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhh
Ahhhhhhhh
And I've grown harder
Like they always would
It's not hurting
If he's feeling good
And I've grown harder
Guess I'm over done
It's not growing up
If your just growing numb
And I've grown harder
Like they said I would
Isn't part of
Growing feeling good?
And I've grown harder
Guess I'm done for sure
It's not growing up
You're just getting worse
And I've grown harder
Like they always would
It's not hurting
If he's feeling good
And I've grown harder
Guess I'm over done
It's not growing up
If your just growing numb