| I’ve watched you grow for all these years and shamefully admit
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| I’ve loved to watch you blossom and it’s awful hard to quit
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| Feeling these feelings stirring up inside of me
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| You nearly are a woman now and in a couple years
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| All the rules and boundaries will slowly disappear
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| Wait now my child until you get a little older
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| Every new sunrise brings your heart a little closer
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| To me
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| But I can’t make love to you
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| Because you’re fourteen
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| Just a peck on the cheek
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| As I’m counting the weeks go by
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| (Why? Why? Why?)
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| We can’t make love together
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| Because you’re fourteen years old
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| And the trust of your mom that we’re not doing wrong
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| I just can’t betray today
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| Just an ounce of patience we can still do things we like
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| Watch you eat an ice cream cone and watch you ride your bike
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| Patiently longing for that future day of truth
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| I want to hug and kiss you nearly every time I see you
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| But I don’t want the neighborhood to get the wrong idea
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| There’ll come a day when love like ours is not a crime
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| Just give it time
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| But I can’t make love to you
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| Because you’re fourteen
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| Just a hug and a sigh
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| From a law biding guy tonight
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| (Why? Why? Why?)
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| We can’t make love together
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| Because you’re fourteen years old
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| And the trust of your mom that we’re not doing wrong
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| I just can’t betray today
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| Oh no I can’t make love to you
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| Because you’re fourteen
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| Just a peck on the cheek
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| As I’m counting the weeks go by
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| (Why? Why? Why?)
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| We can’t make love together
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| Because you’re fourteen years old
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| And the trust of your mom that we’re not doing wrong
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| I just can’t betray today |