I used to not mind breaking heartsAnd ending things before they'd startI used to not mind torn apartYeah, I used to not mind breaking heartsI used to not mind party nightsThe last to leave, the first to fightI used to not mind being rightYeah, I used to think I was always rightAh, but then I met your mamaWhen I held her handAnd I knew that God had a different planYeahAnd I gave up the long nightsOf howling at the moonShe taught me to change my tuneI used to not mind mini skirtsI used to not mind see-through shirtsI used to not mind girls that flirtYeah, I used to not mind mini skirtsAh, but then I met your daughterAnd held you by the handAnd I, I, IKnew that God had a different planAnd I gave up the long nightsOf howling at the moonCause you taught me to change my tuneguitar sologuitar sologuitar sologuitar soloI used to not mind growing oldI used to not mind tomorrowBut when we both turn gray and oldYou'll still have me by your sideYou'll still have a hand to holdYes, and when I meet him, daughterI'll shake his sweating handAnd I, I, IKnow that he'll be a gentlemanCause I know how he raised youAnd I swear I'll play it coolWhen I tell him all the waysYou'll change his tuneguitar sologuitar sologuitar solo