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, no, no, oh      'Cause you're only sixteen   And you're keeping it real   But you, you can't seem to   Cop a feel, no, no, oh      Why do they have force us?   Through the 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      And you're only sixteen   Try to cross the line   But your, your little wings are   Intertwined, oh whoa, no, oh      And you're only sixteen   And you're such a tease   And there's nothing you do   That can really please, whoa, oh 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 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, 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   (You're only sixteen)   Well you're only sixteen   (You're only sixteen)   Well you're just sixteen   (You're only sixteen)   You poor little thing