Tragic Follow

One, two, three, four

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

'Cause you're only sixteen
And you're feeling real
But you, you can't seem to
Cop a feel

Why do they have force us?
Through the metamorphose
Little butterfly
No matter how you try

You'll be segragated
You're gonna be closed off
You're callow and you're green
'Cause you're caught between

And you're only sixteen
Try to cross the line
But your, your little wings are
Intertwined

And 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
Just products of rotten neighborhoods
And bad family situations

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

That you're only sixteen
Wanna catch a peek
But they, they look at you
Like you're such a freak, oh no

Well you're only sixteen
With a lot to say
But they, they won't give you
The time of day oh no

Well you're only sixteen
Well you're only sixteen
Well you do sixteen
You poor little thing