Oh!naive sixteen,you've grown
Big like a mountain yet deserve
How you make me surprise,
Why become like merchandise that the
Most you become the prey?
Pray you stop being the prey
For the glamor you pursue like a
Police after an accomplice,
Will help you not.
Oh!naive sixteen,the scent of limousine
Driving you crazy,making your brains lazy,
Making your dreams shattered,tattered,
And wittered like a dying plant on earth.
Oh!naive sixteen,now you are sixteen,
Before you become twenty two in this
Ugly infatuation,you might perish or
retire and re-great.