Down this wild street walks Walks a child with no trace Of ever being as young as her sister is A local neighborhood crush the boys would hide out and watch Her hanging washing on the line all the time
Chorus: More like a woman she talks like one She was the first girl, she was the first girl To turn the boys on Boys boys Wrapped around her finger So young Making love was only dreaming This girl she's got another story When they are gone she blows them kisses on the wind
At the corner shop half way down the block All the radios pumping to the way she walks Past the fly boy's art where her name's engraved Sweet liberty is what it says
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The price of puberty's got A way of showing It doesn't come in easy stages Her mother's face in the pot She won't ever leave it She needs a bell to ring the changes
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