twenty-five, a season off dope.
three sheets to the wind like a close line rope.
he's the spider on the web.
she was a tiny woman
he presents, her developing body was just the beginning
she said is anybody out there?
she was bruised like a cherry, ripe as a peach
how could he have known that she was only fifteen?
and she came to him like the tick on the nuce,
little blue eyed soul for his black and blues
it's a new move for the likes of me
our skin is like grass, lets smoke it real fast.
is anybody out there?
he was deep like a graveyard, wide like tv
and how could he have known that she'd be down for almost anything?
she was only, only, only fifteen
my oh my, you pretty thing,
it's about that time for us to meet.
does your daddy have a shotgun?
he was deep like a graveyard
she was ripe as a peach
and how could he have known that she was only fifteen?
she was only, only, only fifteen.
well she was only, only, only fifteen.
