|I simply remember my favorite things, and then
||[Aug. 24th, 2005|11:36 am]
You wait, little girl, on an empty stage|
For fate to turn the light on
Your life, little girl, is an empty page
That men will want to write on.
To write on...
You are sixteen, going on seventeen, maybe it's time to think
Better beware, be canny and careful, maybe you're on the brink
You are sixteen, going on seventeen, fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and roues and cads will offer you food and wine
Totally unprepared are you to face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you of things beyond your kin
You need someone older and wiser telling you what to do...
I am seventeen, going on eighteen
I'll take care of you.
I am sixteen, going on seventeen, I know that I'm naive
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet and willingly I believe
I am sixteen, going on seventeen, innocent as a rose
Bachelors, dandies, drinkers of brandies, what do I know of those?
Totally unprepared am I to face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I of things beyond my kin
I need someone older and wiser telling me what to do...
You are seventeen, going on eighteen
I'll depend on you.