Sixteen

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 over

'Cause you've been too small

Now you're finally sixteen and you're feeling old

But they, they won't believe that you've got a soul

No whoa, whoa no

'Cause you're only sixteen and you're feelin' real

But you, you can't seem to cop a feel

No oh, whoa no

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

Ah, you're only sixteen, try to cross the line

But you're, your little wings are intertwined

No whoa, whoa no

Well, you're only sixteen and you're such a tease

And there's nothing you can do that can really please

Whoa, whoa no

These children

They're not really bad, most of them

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, wanna catch a peak

But they, they look at you like you're such a freak

Whoa, whoa no

Well, you're only sixteen with a lot to say

But they, they won't give you the time of day

Whoa, whoa no

Well, you're only sixteen

Ah, you're only sixteen

Hey, you're just sixteen

Oh, you poor little thing