Teenage boy’s minds scream
Confronted with a dream
Who will she fancy?
Will she save a dance for me?
Fifteen, but she’s a woman now
Legs and breasts they don’t know how
Shows then how to drink the shots
Each of them has the Hots
One walks up to me and says
Why is she ugly? I don’t like tricks she plays
She makes me fun of the other girls
Then with smile, teaches how their hair will curl
Do not judge her, you just see inside
You know not though her journey and of her bumpy ride
Save judgement for future years, when you offer hand to set her free
If it is inside of her, through her tears you’ll beauty see.
