The Facts Of Life

Do do do, do do do Do do do, do do do When boys are just eleven they begin to grow in height At a faster rate than they have done before They develop curiosity and start to fantasise 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, familiarisation 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