When I was 16,
I found my wings,
I flew for a little while before I fell,
I rode in a pink Thunderbird,
Toward my dreams,
Some things a girl shouldn't tell.
I was made in the USA ,made to last,
You might say,I'm a classic of the past,
I was a flower-child,
Growing wild,
Have you ever heard the song a songbird sings?
Without a word you know what it means,
My heart was young and frail,
Some things a girl shouldn't tell.
Keep my secrets is all I ask,
You might say I'm a classic of the past.
When I was a young girl,in my teens,
I found my wings,
It never occurred to me what love means,
I was too young to wear those rings,
The Thunderbird went to fast.
You may say I'm a classic of the past.
