Ah, Emily.
Ya gotta love her. She's sick of being sixteen forever, but she can find her way out. (and cue the dramatic music)
i hope you all like it
Here's the lyrics:
One, two, three, four...
Yeah!
Youve been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
Youve had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You didnt dare look over
cause youve been too small
Now youre finally sixteen
And youre feelin old
But they, they wont believe
That you got a soul no whoa no
cause your only sixteen
And youre feelin real
But you, you cant seem to cop a feel no whoa no
Why do they have to force us
Through this metamorphose
Little butterfly
No matter how you try
Youll be segregated
Youre gonna be closed off
Youre callow and youre green
cause youre caught between
Youre only sixteen
Try to cross the line
But your little wings are intertwined no whoa no
Yeah youre only sixteen
And youre such a tease
And theres nothing you do
That can really please no whoa no
these children
Theyre not really bad most of them
Theyre just products
Of rotten neighborhoods
And bad family situations
You know you cant forsake it
So sit back and take it
You see youre just not ripe
So dont try to fight that
Youre only sixteen
You wanna catch a peek
But they, they look at you
Like youre such a freak no whoa no
Well youre only sixteen
With a lot to say
But they wont give you
The time of day no whoa no
Well youre only sixteen! (youre only sixteen)
Hey youre only sixteen!! (youre only sixteen)
Hey youre just sixteen!!! (youre only sixteen)
You poor little thing.
(preformed by No doubt)
