The Facts Of Life

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Do-do-do, do-do-do

When boys are just eleven

They begin to grow in height

At a fast rate than they have done before

They develop curiosity and start to fantasize

About the things they have never thought of doing before

These dreams are no more harmful than

The usual thoughts that boys have of

Becoming football stars or millionaires

As long as the distinction between fantasy and fiction remains

It's just a nature walk

It's just the facts of life

There's no master plan

Walk me home from school

I'll let you hold my hand

You're getting ideas

And when you sleep at night

They develop into sweet dreams

It's just the facts of life

A boy sits by the telephone, wanting to call a girl

But not daring to because she might say, "No"

At last he summons up the courage phones

And discovers someone else has asked her first

And she's said, "Yes"

Now's time to deal with the fear of being rejected

No-one gets through life without being hurt

At this point the boy who's listening to this song

Is probably saying, "It's easier said than done" and it's true

It's just the facts of life

There's no master plan

Walk me home from school

I'll let you hold my hand

You're getting ideas

And when you sleep at night

They develop into sweet dreams

It's just the facts of life

Do-do-do, do-do-do

Do-do-do, do-do-do

Small-town dating differs from more urban situations

In particular if there's few places to go

Adolescents normally gather in a cafe or an arcade

If they have to almost anywhere will do

A family car, a disused coalmine

A rowing boat or a shed

Experimentation, familiarization

It's all a nature walk

It's just the facts of life

There's no master plan

Walk me home from school

I'll let you hold my hand

You're getting ideas

And when you sleep at night

They develop into sweet dreams

It's just the facts of life

It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)

There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)

Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)

I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)

You're getting ideas (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)

And when you sleep at night (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)

They develop into sweet dreams (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)

It's just the facts of life

It's just the facts of life (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)

There's no master plan (Ideas develop into sweet dreams)

Walk me home from school (Sweet dreams develop into ideas)

I'll let you hold my hand (Let you hold my hand)