You've been a juvenile WIth a dophin 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 feelin' old But they won't believe That you got a soul 'Cause you're only sixteen And you're feeling real But you can't seem to cop a feel 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 You're only sixteen Try to cross the line But your little wings are intertwined You're only sixteen And you're such a tease And there's nothing you do That can really please "These children They're not really bad most of them They're 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 You wana catch a peek But they look at you Like you're such a freak Well you're only sixteen With a lot to say But they won't give you The time of day You're only sixteen! You're only sixteen! You're just sixteen!! You poor little thing.