Too Good To Be True

In a sixty-eigtht camero a little girl, and big four lanes
Oh, she's flying like an arrow out across the Pontchartrain
To a man down in New Orleans, says he loves her eyes of blue
Swears she'll never want for nothing, he shounds too good to be true

She's dreaming of the parties, he's sure to take her to
And all the big white houses down on St Charles Avenue
Well, she twenty-one in May, to shake the small down blues
She knows right where she's heading and it's too good to be true

Take the heart, it's an easy victim for and old silver tongue
And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young
The don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness
They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true
It probably is

As she can see those city lights she should be full of hope
Suddenly she hears her daddy and the last words that he spoke
Sister, always be a good girl, please remember this
I don't care what he's telling you, if it sounds too good to be true
It probably is

A tender hearts an easy victim for an old silver tongue
And they always seem to pick them, innocent and young
The don't know there ain't no shortcut on the road to happiness
They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true
It probably is
They don't know the simple rule, if it sounds too good to be true
It probably is

In a sixty-eigtht camero, a little girl, and big four lanes
Well, she's flying like an arrow across the Pontchartrain