When I was young all the men used to want me Then I got old, and by old I mean twenty And though I'm not near, as naive The dogs still bite and sheep still bleed Bah Bah Bah When I was young, I let men decorate me Hand-shaped bruises in the morning And now I'm not near as naive, no I hope that you're losing sleep Ahh Ahh Ahh And I've grown harder Like they always would It's not hurting, if he's feeling good And I've grown harder Guess I'm overdone It's not growing up If you're just growing numb Can't be surprised at the way that they court me Life's sure hard when you're pushing forty Now I'm not near as naive, no I don't care for keeping peace Ahh Ahh Ahh I've grown harder Like they always would It's not hurting If he's feeling good And I've grown harder Guess I'm overdone It's not growing up If you're just growing numb And I've grown harder Like they said I would Isn't part of Growing feeling good? And I've grown harder Guess I'm done for sure It's not growing up If you're just getting worse And I've grown harder Like they always would It's not hurting If he's feeling good And I've grown harder Guess I'm overdone It's not growing up If you're just growing numb