Lyrics:

'Baby,' he says,
'You are like the clean white page and I the pen.
The innocence I find between your girlish thighs
is like the fountain of youth to my old bones.'
And she replies,
'Daddy's little girl's a precocious child
I love to please, I'll do anything that you ask of me
Eager to fulfill all of Daddy's needs.'

'Baby, he says,
'I can never love older girls like I love you.
You're easier to please and you never give me grief
'cause you accept everything I say and do.'
And she replies,
'I'm in no position to make demands.
I have no past, no one else has done to me what you do.
I've got no one else to compare you to.'

[Bridge]
'And as you grow older,
try to stay sixteen all your life,
Old women grow bitter,
don't let that happen to you.'

(Instrumental Break)

[Philip King reads the poem 'The Bloom of Youth' by Billy Childish in background]
'And why is it charming
pretending I'm younger than my years?
Why can't I grow up with dignity?
Set me free.'

'Baby,' he says,
'Now that you're older I feel our love has died.
Once upon a time you never criticised me.
Oh, I much preferred you as a child.'
And I reply,
'Everything you said to me was a lie.
I know your kind,
you just want a daughter without the wife.
You don't need a girlfriend you need a life.'