Sixteen

You've been a juvenile

WIth a dophin smile

With no elbow room

With your body in bloom

You've had your little backyard

Protected by big walls

You didn't dare look over

'Cause you've been too small

Now you're finally sixteen

And you feelin' old

But they won't believe

That you got a soul

'Cause you're only sixteen

And you're feeling real

But you can't seem to cop a feel

Why do they have to force us

Through this metamorphose

Little butterfly

No matter how you try

You'll be segregated

You're gonna be closed off

You're callow and you're green

'Cause you're caught between

You're only sixteen

Try to cross the line

But your little wings are intertwined

You're only sixteen

And you're such a tease

And there's nothing you do

That can really please

"These children

They're not really bad most of them

They're just products

Of rotten neighborhoods

And bad family situations"

You know you can't forsake it

So sit back and take it

You see you're just not ripe

So don't try and fight that

You're only sixteen

You wana catch a peek

But they look at you

Like you're such a freak

Well you're only sixteen

With a lot to say

But they won't give you

The time of day

You're only sixteen!

You're only sixteen!

You're just sixteen!!

You poor little thing.