| 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 feeling old
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| But they won’t believe
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| That you’ve got a soul
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| No whoa oh no
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| Cause you’re only sixteen
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| And you’re feeling real
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| But you can’t seem to cop a feel
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| No whoa oh no
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| Why do they have to force us
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| Through this metamorphosis?
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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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| No whoa oh no
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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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| No whoa oh no
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| (these children, they’re not really bad, most of them
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| Just products of rough neighborhoods and bad housing situations)
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| You know you can forsake it
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| So sit back and take it
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| You see you’re not just ripe
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| So don’t try and fight
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| That 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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| No whoa oh no
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| Well, you’re only sixteen
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| With a lot to say
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| But they, they won’t give you
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| The time of day
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| Whoa oh no
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| You’re only sixteen (you're only sixteen)
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| You’re only sixteen (you're only sixteen)
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| Hey you’re just sixteen (you're only sixteen)
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| You’re just sixteen (you're only sixteen)
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| You poor little thing |