The Vicar's Daughter

When I was ten I kissed the vicar's daughter At fourteen I was holding someone's hand At fifteen I tried things I didn't oughta And now I'm getting near to wedding plans But still somehow I miss my vicar's daughter I chased her round the church to steal a kiss And I can see her smiling as I caught her Her innocence is something I still miss No one ever will give me half the thrill I got that summer's day She was just a child I was running wild looking for a game to play Has anybody seen my vicar's daughter Perhaps now she's a woman of the world But if you see her tell her I adored her That summer's day when I was ten years old...