I am eighteen.

To all the strangers that have seen me: Did you really think I was eighteen? When you asked what to see And I'd say "what do you mean?" Did you really think I was eighteen? When we played your "game" Show me pictures, I'll do the same Did you really think I was eighteen? "Thirteen eighteen what's the difference when she wants me?"

The girl walks about with scars up and down Never a smile, always a frown Her insides curl and she feels as she's about to hurl When she hears those lovely words: "good girl"

I am eighteen

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