twenty-five the season of dark
three sheets to the wind like a clothes line rope
he's a spider on the web
she was a tiny woman, he could sense
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?
she came to him like a tick on the noose
little blue eyed soul, always black and blue
it's a new eyed moon for the likes of me
our skin is like grass
let's 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 leave
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
she was only, only, only fifteen