Well, she was standing in the bar
I said, "Hello, how do you do?"
She handed me a beer with a kangaroo.

She spoke of places I had never been
That she had traveled to
And we slow 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"

(No they don´t)

So later on the crowd calmed down
And I believe it was as 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 wrong, it´s just what it is.
No, 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 it´s alright, the hardest part is through.