Ive got to get to you first
Before they do
Its just a question of time
Before they lay their hands on you
And make you just like the rest
Ive got to get to you first
Its just a question of time
Well now youre only fifteen
And you look good
Ill take you under my wing
Somebody should
Theyve persuasive ways
And youll believe what they say
I can see them now
Hanging around
To mess you up
To strip you down
And have their fun
With my little one
Sometimes I dont blame them
For wanting you
You look good
And they need something to do
Until I look at you
And then I condemn them
I know my kind
What goes on in our minds
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