At fifteen you are maturing
Your only a child your told
Pains and frustrations you are enduring
Don't do that! Your much too old
Fifteen is a hard age to follow
Chocolates and chips are your taste
A pimple herd like buffalos wallow
Migrating all over your face
Fashions, phrases, weekly crazes
Are spinning round in your head
No time for science, beams and lazers
I'd rather play footy instead
Your too tall, too thin, too fat
Too short, too ugly, too narrow, too wide
Forget dolls and cars, your too old for all that
Come and do housework inside
Being fifteen is hard its true
But your only fifteen once round
Its not easy, but its up to you
For your happiness to be found.
