You are sixteen going on seventeen,
waiting
for life to start
Somebody
kind who touches your mind
will
suddenly touch your heart
When
that happens, after it happens,
nothing
is quite the same
Somehow
I know, I'll jump up and go,
if
ever he calls my name
Gone
are your old ideas of life
the
old ideas grow dim
Low
and behold you're someone's wife
and
you belong to him
You
may think this kind of adventure
never
may come to you
Darling
sixteen going on seventeen
Wait
a year . . . (or two)
I'll
wait a year . . .
Just
wait a year . . . or
two