You look pretty in your fancy dress   But I detect unhappiness   You never speak so I have to guess   You're not free      Dear, maybe when you're old enough   You'll realize that you're not so tough   And some days the seas get rough   And you'll see      You're too young to have it figured out   You think you know what you're talking about   You think it will all work itself out   But we'll see      When I was young, I thought I knew   You probably think you know, too   Do you? Well, do you?      I was naive just like you, I thought   I knew exactly what I wanted to do   Well, what you gonna do? What a fool      And how have you gotten by so far   Without having no visible scar   Knowing, knowing who you really are   That can't see      What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?   What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?   What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?   What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?   What you gonna do now? Yeah      The only way you'll ever learn a thing   Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing   Oh, nothing      Think about this carefully   You might not get another chance to speak freely   Oh, freely, yeah      Baby, when you're old enough   Baby, when you're old enough   Baby, when you're old enough   You're not free, yeah, you're not free