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
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby
Ride on, baby