Ride on, baby

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