Walks a child with no trace
Of ever being as young as her sister is
A local neighborhood crush the boys would hide out and watch
Her hanging washing on the line all the time
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More like a woman she talks like one
She was the first girl, she was the first girl
To turn the boys on
Boys boys
Wrapped around her finger
So young
Making love was only dreaming
This girl shes got another story
When they are gone she blows them kisses on the wind
At the corner shop half way down the block
All the radios pumping to the way she walks
Past the fly boys art where her names engraved
Sweet liberty is what it says
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The price of pubertys got
A way of showing
It doesnt come in easy stages
Her mothers face in the pot
She wont ever leave it
She needs a bell to ring the changes
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