Oh! Little girl...

Sixteen

Oh, little girl with your red and bright eyes
I'll keep my promise, please stay one more night
I swear I never mean to make you cry
Oh ah, little girl, back to me
And I will buy you a star or even the sky

Oh you're so sixteen
When I pretend to be so fourteen
And you're so blasé
I'm asking me why
I bought you some souveniers
But you're not here
And I'll keep waiting for your call
Oh you're so sixteen

C'mon little girl, moptop hair, Times Square
New York City, London, Praga, Paris, Madrid
Oh, you're not here

Oh you're so sixteen
When I pretend to be so fourteen
And you're so blasé
I'm asking me why
I bought you some souveniers
But you're not here
And I'll keep waiting for your call
Oh you're so sixteen

But i'm twenty-two years old and you nineteen
But sometimes i feel just like a little girl
In love with me...