So Johnny took off during your birthday party.
Strolled right off into the night with Judy and left you, his â€œrealâ€ girlfriend, shocked and in tears. He was supposed to be yours, wasnâ€™t he? You gave your love to him, and only him, never let any other guys touch your heart, or anyplace else. You daydreamed about him in class almost all day, waited for him after school, defended him when the other girls dissed him, which they did a lot, especially that bitch Judy, she seemed to have a real thing against him. Ha! If you knew then what you know now! Shoulda killed them both, is what you shoulda done.
Playinâ€™ my records, keep dancinâ€™ all night.
Leave me alone for a while.
Till Johnnyâ€™s dancinâ€™ with me
Iâ€™ve got no reason to smile.
Cause now look: Your Sweet Sixteen party, streamers and balloons all over the rumpus room, Mom and Dad coolinâ€™ it up in their room, trusting you, as they should because youâ€™re a good girl. Half the junior class is there, stacks of 45â€™s loud on the Magnavox hi fi, Dadâ€™s pride and joy, blasting Frankie Avalon and the various Bobbyâ€™s, all the kids dancing, all the kids looking, and whereâ€™s Johnny? And whereâ€™s Judy, the snotty little priss?
Judy and Johnny just walked through the door
Like a queen with her king.
Oh what a birthday surprise:
Judyâ€™s wearinâ€™ his ring!
Go ahead and cry, sweetheart. I would cry, too, if it happened to me. I mean, you thought you knew Johnny. Gosh, you thought you knew Judy, too, come to think of it. How could you have been so wrong? How could Johnny be so mean? You must have felt like the pain would never go away. Right in the middle of all that noise, all that action, on your Big Day, your 16th birthday, your special day, the day you knew you were finally a woman, right in the middle of all that, you are suddenly alone, and not just alone, but shunned!
You must wonder if thereâ€™s something wrong with you. You feel so mixed up, so rejected, so humiliated, and right in front of everybody. You think you will never live this down.
Johnnyâ€™s a weasel. Donâ€™t give him another thought. Johnny and Judy, Judy and Johnny. They deserve each other! They should get married as soon as possible. Yeah, let â€˜em get hitched and have kids. Theyâ€™ll be stuck in hell, which is right where they belong. They donâ€™t really love each other, not with the kind of love youâ€™re capable of, and theyâ€™ll wake up after itâ€™s too late. Theyâ€™ll be livinâ€™ in a dump by the river, and Johnnyâ€™ll be working at the A&P, a stone chain smoker and a doper with shaky hands. Judyâ€™ll be home with the kids and a fifth of cheap gin, drunk in the afternoon, distant on the night before.
Oh, yeah. Don’t give it another thought.
UPDATE: Thanks to my copy editor friend Dana for telling me the correct spelling of “Lesley.”