You've been a juvenile
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With a dolphin smile
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With no elbow room
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With your body in bloom
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You've had in your little backyard
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Protected by big walls
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You didn't dare look over
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'Cause you've been too small
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Now you're finally sixteen
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And you're feelin' old
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But they won't believe
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That you got a soul
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'Cause you're only sixteen
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And you're feeling real
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But you can't seem to cop a feel
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Why do they have to force us
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Through this metamorphose
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Little butterfly
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No matter how you try
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You'll be segregated
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You're gonna be closed off
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You're callow and you're green
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'Cause you're caught between
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You're only sixteen
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Try to cross the line
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But your little wings are interwined
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You're only sixteen
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And you're such a tease
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And there's nothing you can do
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That can really please
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These children
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They're not really bad most of them
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They're just products
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Of rotten neighborhoods
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And bad family situations
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You know you can't forsake it
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So sit back and take it
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You see you're just not ripe
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So don't try and fight that
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You're only sixteen
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You wanna catch a peek
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But they look at you
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Like you're such a freak
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Well you're only sixteen
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With a lot to say
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But they won't give you
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The time of day
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You're only sixteen!
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You're only sixteen!!
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You're just sixteen!!!
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You poor little thing
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Sixteen
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| Gwen Stefani |
