| You wait, little girl, on an empty stage
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| For fate to turn the light on
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| Your life, little girl, is an empty page
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| That men will want to write on
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| To write on
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| You are sixteen going on seventeen
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| Baby, it’s time to think
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| Better beware, be canny and careful
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| Baby, you’re on the brink
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| You are sixteen going on seventeen
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| Fellows will fall in line
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| Eager young lads and rogues and cads
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| Will offer you food and wine
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| Totally unprepared are you
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| To face a world of men
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| Timid and shy and scared are you
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| Of things beyond your ken
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| You need someone older an wiser
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| Telling you what to do
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| I am seventeen going on eighteen
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| I’ll take care of you
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| I am sixteen going on seventeen
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| I know that I’m naive
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| Fellows I meet may tell me I’m sweet
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| And willingly I believe
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| I am sixteen going on seventeen
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| Innocent as a rose
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| Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies
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| What do I know of those
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| Totally unprepared am I
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| To face a world of men
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| Timid and shy and scared am I
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| Of things beyond my ken
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| I need someone older and wiser
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| Telling me what to do
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| You are seventeen going on eighteen
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| I’ll depend on you |