sixteen
(g. stefani, t. kanal)
you've been a juvenile
with a dolphin smile
with no elbow room
and 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 won't believe
that you got a soul
whoaaa, whoaaa
and you're only sixteen
and you're feeling real
but you can't seem to cop a feel
whoaaa, whoaaa
why did they have to force us
through these metamorphous
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 finally sixteen
trying to cross the line
but your little wings are intertwined
whoaaa, whoaaa
you're finally sixteen
and you're such a tease
and there's nothing you can do
to really please
whoaaa, whoaaa
"these children, they're not really mad,
most of them
just products of rotten neighborhoods and bad family situations"
you know you cant forsake it
so sit back and take it
you see, it's just not right
so don't try and fight
that you're you're only sixteen
you wanna catch a peek
but they look at you like you're such a freak
whoaaa, whoaaa
and you're only sixteen with alot to say
but they wont give you the time of day
whoaa, whoaaa
you're only sixteen!
you're only sixteen!
you're only sixteen!
you're only sixteen!
you're just sixteen!
you poor little thing..