Now I've never stepped through the doors of a barroom or tasted the flavor of wine And I've never danced to the songs on a jukebox or held someone that wasn't mine
But there's always the first time and if you don't change Then I guess the first time can't be arranged can't be arranged
Now I've never dressed for the eyes of the stranger to sow seeds of lust in his mind And I've never walked down backroad of temptation to leave dirty footprints behind But there's always the first time...
