I saw her losing her hair And wondered what had happened Sorry, I never kept in touch Why was he looking tired I remember he used to cry in school Did his father ever change his mind Before he left? You'll get it when you're older He does that 'cus he likes you Stop weeping like a girl It'll do you no good They've got jobs at high-end clubs And it looks like they're doing okay I ran into them once Even though he's carrying trays of champagne There was still a time when He used those hands to claim his rights You'll get it when you're older He does that 'cus he likes to Stop weeping like a girl It'll do you no good You'll get it when you're older He does that 'cus he likes you Stop weeping like a girl It'll do you no good