Sixteen
You've been a juvenile with a dolphin smileWith no elbow room, with your body in bloomYou've had your little backyard protected by big wallsYou didn't dare look over ‘cause you've been too small
Now you're finally sixteen and you're feeling oldBut they won't believe that you got a soul‘Cause you're only sixteen and you're feeling realBut you can't seem to cop a feel
Why do they have to force us through this metamorphose?Little butterfly, no matter how you tryYou'll be segregated, you're gonna be closed offYou're callow and you’re green ‘cause you're caught between
You're only sixteen, try to cross the lineBut your little wings are intertwinedYou're only sixteen and you're such a teaseAnd there's nothing you do that can really please
"These children!They're not really bad most of themThey're just products of rotten neighborhoodsAnd bad family situations"
You know you can't forsake it, so sit back and take itYou see you're just not ripe, so don't try and fight that
You're only sixteen, you wanna catch a peekBut they look at you like you're such a freakWell, you're only sixteen with a lot to sayBut they won't give you the time of day
You're only sixteenYou're only sixteenYou're just sixteenYou poor little thing