Lyrics:

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


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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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