Changing Tunes

I used to not mind breaking hearts

And ending things before they'd start

I used to not mind torn apart

Yeah, I used to not mind breaking hearts

I used to not mind party nights

The last to leave, the first to fight

I used to not mind being right

Yeah, I used to think I was always right

Ah, but then I met your mamma

And when I held her hand

And I-I-I knew that God had a different plan

That I give up the long nights of howling at the moon

'Cause she taught me to change my tune

I used to not mind miniskirts

I used to not mind see-through shirts

I used to not mind girls that flirt

Yeah, I used to not mind miniskirts

Ah, but then I met you daughter

And held you by the hand

And I-I-I knew that God had a different plan

And I'd give up the long nights of howling at the moon

'Cause you taught me to change my tune

I used to not mind growing old

I used to not mind tomorrow

But when we both turn grey and old

You'll still have a hand to hold

Yes and when I meet him daughter

I'll shake his sweating hand

And I-I-I know that he'll be a gentle man

'Cause I know how we raised you

And I swear I'll play it cool

When I tell him all the ways you'll change his tune