Roy orbisonAlmost eighteen a lot of sugar and laceAlmost eighteen with an angel faceShe says I’m her kind of guyAnd if I leave her she’ll die uh uhI’ll flip upside down and all the way aroundI’m acting like a clown because I think I’ve foundThe cream of the crop, I know I’ll never stopFull skirt, don’t flirt, ballerina shoesPin slips, two lips that never sing the bluesAlmost eighteen, a ribbon in her hairAlmost eighteen, my baby’s young and fair0h-oh, I’ll never let her goBecause, oh I love her so, oh-ohShe’s gonna have her birthday then we’ll run awayWe’re gonna find a preacher, let him be the teacherGonna honeymoon all through the month of juneDarlin’ we’ll have time until we’re ninety nine, yeah yeahWedding bells gonna ring, we’re gonna be togetherI love her, she loves me, our love’ll live foreverAlmost eighteen, she’s a swingin’ queenAlmost eighteen, oh what a lovely dreamUntil the end of timeMy baby’s mine, all mine, uh-uhAlmost eighteenAlmost eighteenAlmost eighteenAlmost eighteen