You've been a juvenile
WIth a dophin 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 feelin' old 
But they won't believe 
That you got a soul 
'Cause you're only sixteen 
And you're feeling real 
But you can't seem to cop a feel 

Why do they have to force us 
Through this 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 

You're only sixteen
Try to cross the line 
But your little wings are intertwined
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 
They're just products 
Of rotten neighborhoods 
And bad family situations" 

You know you can't forsake it 
So sit back and take it