So Young, So Bad
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
Spend my morning in the schoolyard
Spend the evening on the boulevard
You're like a woman trapped in a cage
It's so hard to act your age
When you're so young, so bad
You're so young, so bad (how could you be)
So young, and so good to me
The girls at school won't even hold hands
But you're going with the singer in a rock and roll band
You should be home doing your history
But you're dancing and a-drinking with a fake I.D.
And you're so young, so bad
You're so young, so bad (how could you be)
So young, and so good to me
Two more years and you'll be seventeen
But you'll be burned out and wasted from the things you've seen
Or just be getting your second wind
And starting everything all over again
You should be home playing with your dolls
Instead of here playing with my balls
Your daddy's got detectives following you
But they're getting such a kick out of the things you do
And you're so young, so bad
You're so young, so bad (how could you be)
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
Spend my morning in the schoolyard
Spend the evening on the boulevard
You're like a woman trapped in a cage
It's so hard to act your age
When you're so young, so bad
You're so young, so bad (how could you be)
So young, and so good to me
The girls at school won't even hold hands
But you're going with the singer in a rock and roll band
You should be home doing your history
But you're dancing and a-drinking with a fake I.D.
And you're so young, so bad
You're so young, so bad (how could you be)
So young, and so good to me
Two more years and you'll be seventeen
But you'll be burned out and wasted from the things you've seen
Or just be getting your second wind
And starting everything all over again
You should be home playing with your dolls
Instead of here playing with my balls
Your daddy's got detectives following you
But they're getting such a kick out of the things you do
And you're so young, so bad
You're so young, so bad (how could you be)
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
So young, so good to me
How could you be so young, so bad
So young, so bad
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Writer(s): Michael Lee Smith
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