Sixteen
I was sixteen when I met you
The prettiest age a "woman" can be,
You said, but then you said a lot of things
And because you uttered them, I believed them
If I was pretty, I sure wasn't smart
You painted such a rosy picture
Of the future, just us and a life
Of domestic bliss.
Just what I thought I wanted
What I thought you wanted, too.
'Til I told you about the miniature you inside me
Then the vision, like you, vanished.
The prettiest age a "woman" can be,
You said, but then you said a lot of things
And because you uttered them, I believed them
If I was pretty, I sure wasn't smart
You painted such a rosy picture
Of the future, just us and a life
Of domestic bliss.
Just what I thought I wanted
What I thought you wanted, too.
'Til I told you about the miniature you inside me
Then the vision, like you, vanished.
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