Down this wild street walks
  Walks a child with no trace
  Of ever being as young as her sister is
  A local neighborhood crush the boys would hide out and watch
  Her hanging washing on the line all the time
  
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  More like a woman she talks like one
  She was the first girl, she was the first girl
  To turn the boys on
  Boys boys
  Wrapped around her finger
  So young
  Making love was only dreaming
  This girl she's got another story
  When they are gone she blows them kisses on the wind
  
  At the corner shop half way down the block
  All the radios pumping to the way she walks
  Past the fly boy's art where her name's engraved
  Sweet liberty is what it says
  
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  The price of puberty's got
  A way of showing
  It doesn't come in easy stages
  Her mother's face in the pot
  She won't ever leave it
  She needs a bell to ring the changes
  
  Chorus to fade