She was 15 going on 30, if you know what I mean Doc...To the tune of “She’s 16”
She was 12,
She was beautiful,
She was mine.
Sniff Sniff Sniff Sniff
I was 30
She was 12
Father traveled,
hers as well
Only Sixteen
Sam Cooke
She was only sixteen, only sixteen
But I loved her so
She was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
We’d laugh and we’d sing
And do the little things
That made my heart glow
But she was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
Why did I give my heart so fast
It never will happen again
But I was a mere lad of sixteen
I’ve aged a year since then
She was only sixteen, only sixteen
With eyes that would glow
But she was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
(But why did you give your heart so fast?)
Boy, it never will happen again
(But you were a mere lad of sixteen)
I’ve aged a year since then
She was only sixteen, only sixteen
With eyes that would glow
But she was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
She was too young to fall in love
And I was too young to know
It doesn’t work well with 12 . . .
“Happy Birthday, Sweet Twelve”?
“She was just twelve, and you know what I mean
and the way she looked was way beyond compare”?
“Sweet Little Twelve, she’s got the grown up blues, tight dresses and lipstick, she’s sporting high-heeled shoes.”
“You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet, only twelve”
She was 15 going on 30, if you know what I mean Doc...