At Sixteen

At sixteen

The world can be so mean

When you're not chic and sexy

Like girls in magazines

All those dreary Friday nights

You sit at home, alone

While everyone's out painting the town

You watch the telephone

Waiting for that longed-for call

The one that never came

No one's class ring on your finger

But your own

But really, who's to blame?

At sixteen

Life is passing you by

You know you're no beauty queen

So what's the use to try?

Watching TV on prom night

You hurt too deeply to cry

So all you can do is sigh

You dream your life away

You're hoping that someday

A handsome prince will come

On a white stallion

And together, you'll ride away

But for now, you can only dream

Life can be mean

When you're sixteen