Sixteen

She's just 16, she does her hair like in the magazines
She goes dancing with an older boy
And her mother listens in on all her phone calls
And she watches out the window
While she runs away
She gets further everyday
And she's waiting, 17 seems so far away
And her curfew gets so hard to obey
It's two am mother lying awake again
She remembers all the places she could have been
But she ran away
She got further everyday
After Christmas she exchanges all her clothes
Gets a tattoo and a ring put thru her nose
Gets a ticket for a one way flight
She's so smothered cause her mother keeps trying to run her life
So she runs away
She'll get further everyday
She's just 16, does her hair like I'm the magazines
She goes dancing with Ana older boy



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