Sweet young thing of sixteen, thought I'd step out one night   I longed to get the thrilling life I've missed   I met a youth, a bit uncouth, although he seemed alright   I knew him by the moment when we kissed      Then I got home, next day with a swollen head   My girlfriend asked if I'd had fun I said   Was I drunk? was he handsome? Did momma give me hell?   Did I get a thrill? Am I full of quiver?      Was he rough? Did I care? Am I glad I fell?   Every time I think of him do I shiver?   Was he hot? And was I? And would he stand for maybe?   He would not? Did I lie? Does he still think I'm a baby?   If I was, am I still? Do I care? Don't be silly   Was I drunk? Was he handsome? And did momma give me hell?      Was I drunk? Was he handsome? Did momma give me hell?   With his hands loose as no refusin'   Did he fight? Was I blue? Almost shamed to tell   And I don't know yet the system he was usin'      Well I said, stop, please, behave   Well what's the use of breathin'?   He said, give so I gave   After all, what was I savin'?      Am I glad?   Holy gee   Have I had fun, you're askin' me?   Was I drunk? Was he handsome? And did momma give me hell?