Some say it starts with the telephone
Some say it starts with a crush
Some say it’s when your baby begins
To wear lipstick, mascara and blush
When nine o’clock turns into ten
And eleven means eleven-fifteen
Midnight is magic and soulfully tragic
When you mix perfume and gasoline
It starts with the night at the Dairy Queen
And matinee idols on the silver screen
That’s when you know
It’s time to let go
There’s only one thing it can mean
When you smell perfume and gasoline
Now you mothers and fathers remember
The changes that occur in the heart
Your sons and your daughters
Were like “oil and water”
But now you can’t keep them apart
It starts with the night at the Dairy Queen
And matinee idols on the silver screen
That’s when you know
It’s time to let go
There’s only one thing it can mean
When you smell perfume and gasoline
Round and round that old circus ring
It’s scary
It’s sad
And it’s a beautiful thing
So here’s to the nights at the Dairy Queen
And matinee idols on the silver screen
That’s when you know
It’s time to let go
There’s only one thing it can mean
When you smell perfume and gasoline
