Sixteen, a bombshell… and my friend
Brown flowing silk for
Prom night
I couldn't find someone to go with
Broken-hearted I went
School got out
And summer arrived
We kicked things off with a
Sixteen, a bombshell… and my friend
Brown flowing silk for
A childhood abandoned
A sweet girl has vanished
Where is Mother’s child
Well
You didn’t even call me up
To say you weren’t
I remember being happy
I remember feeling young
What’s happening
If I said
I love you
I don’t think it
This is the void
Of which poets wrote
The morning dove
Longing for,
You fill
My heart
With love
I want
You want
Me not
It hurts so bad
To
Sixteen, a bombshell… and my friend Brown flowing silk for
I try to talk, but my tongue turns numb I
The times were great The times with you I had
We'll all changeWe'll all ageWhat we knowWill turn strangeWe think
Outside children playLaughter fills the airAnd I miss youThe memories
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