Jailbait
The body
The mind
The heart and soul of a woman
Pinned to the ground by a stamp
That nobody knows is oppressive
My birthdate is my gold star
My advisory label
My ticket to unhappiness
How silly of me
Not to see the dividing line between us
And to will myself to cross
"Adult in nature," but not yet an adult
I don't know what I'm getting into
And never will, thanks to you
And old soul should never match wits
With a man who has the mind of a child
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