Hormones are racing

Hormones racing as she turns fifteen

The boys she Is embracing

They think she is supreme

Her long golden curls

And her piercing blue eyes

Cascading in the sunlight

Strolling down the street

In her pale green dress

Who did she think she would meet

　

Pretty little thing she is

Her attitude aside

She is very upfront

And knows she can’t hide

　

Why is she so obnoxious though

There’s a glint in her eye

It makes her devious

And tell big fat lies

　

The glowing in her cheeks

And the paleness of her skin

Make me think she is nice

Deep inside and within