Sixteen

One, two, three, four.

Yeah! 

You've been a juvenile 
With a dolphin 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 ove
'Cause you've been too small.

Now you're finally sixteen
And you're feelin' old.
But they won't believe
That you got a soul.
Oh woah, woah no oh.
'Cause you're only sixteen
And you're feeling real
But you can't seem to cop a feel.
Oh woah, woah no oh.

Why do they have to force us
Through this metamorphose.
Little butterfly 
No matter how you try.
You'll be segregated.
You're going to be closed off.
You're callow and you're green
'Cause you're caught between.

You're only sixteen
Trying to cross the line
But your little wings are intertwined
Oh woah, woah no oh.
You're only sixteen
And you're such a tease
And there's nothing you do 
That can really please.
Oh woah, woah no oh.

"These children,
They're not really bad most of them.
They're just products
Of rotten neighboorhoods
And bad family situations."

You know you can't forsake it
So just sit back and take it.
You see you're just not ripe
So don't try and fight that

You're only sixteen
You wanna catch a peek
But they, they look at you 
Like you're such a freak.
Oh woah, oh no oh.
Well you're only sixteen
With a lot to say
But they, they won't give you
The time of day.
Oh woah, woah no oh.

Well you're only sixteen!
You're only sixteen!
Hey you're only sixteen!
You're only sixteen!
You're just sixteen!
You're only sixteen!
You poor little thing!