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You've been a juvenile |
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With a dolphin smile |
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With no elbow room |
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With your body in bloom |
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You've had your little backyard |
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Protected by big walls |
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You didn't dare look over |
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'Cause you've been too small |
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Now you're finally sixteen |
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And you're feelin' old |
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But they won't believe |
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That you got a soul |
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'Cause you're only sixteen |
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And you're feelin' real |
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But you can't seem to cop a feel |
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Why do they have to force us |
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Through this metamorphose |
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Little butterfly |
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No matter how you try |
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You'll be segregated |
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You're gonna be closed off |
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You're callow and you're green |
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'Cause you're caught between |
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You're only sixteen |
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Try to cross the line |
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But your little wings are intertwined |
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You're only sixteen |
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And you're such a tease |
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And there's nothing you do |
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That can really please |
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"These children |
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They're not really bad most of them |
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They're just products |
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Of rotten neighborhoods |
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And bad family situations" |
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You know you can't forsake it |
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So sit back and take it |
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You see you're just not ripe |
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So don't try and fight that |
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You're only sixteen |
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You wanna catch a peek |
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But they look at you |
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Like you're such a freak |
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Well you're only sixteen |
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With a lot to say |
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But they won't give you |
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The time of day |
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You're only sixteen! |
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You're only sixteen!! |
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You're just sixteen!!! |
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You poor little thing |
