Is it such a young girl’s dream to be older, so much bolder,

and demand so much from life?

Should she be loud, should she scream,

being older, so much bolder,

and demand someone to make a sacrifice?

But wouldn’t it be nice if you’d only think twice?

You exhaled another year, you see my dear,

there’s nothing sweeter than being sixteen.

Years go by and you’ll be old,

years go by and you’ll be bold,

but being sixteen is more than it might seem.

Soon you’ll start to see things in a different way

then end up with things to say,

like, I remember my sweet sixteen.

Now, you’re pondering what it all means.