She's only 18

Don't like the Rolling Stones

She took the shortcut

To being fully grown



She's got that mood ring

A little sister rose

The smell of Springsteen

A pair of pantyhose



The talking picture show

Is leaking from a silhouette

She said my man you know

It's time you get your fingers what

The last I heard from you,

You were screaming 'handle it'



Knock the world right off its feet

And straight onto its head

The book of love

Will long be laughing after you are dead

Fascinated by the look of you and what was said

Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed



I heard some P-funk

Out on the road again

To get your head shrunk

Is what I recommend



It's in your bloodline

A perfect Frankenstein

Out on that lone pine

I'm gonna make you mine



It's understood you wrap your voodoo right around my neck

You got some glitter on your

Kitty at the discotheque

I put my lovin' in your oven

Not a head to check

The last I heard from you



You were screaming 'ressured'



Knock the world right off its feet

And straight onto its head

The book of love

Will long be laughing after you are dead

Fascinated by the look of you and what was said

Make a play for all the brightest minds and light will shed