16/25
Softcult
Here she comes, dressed in white
Poison apple, looks so ripe
Slithering, passing by
A familiar appetite
She's that girl, she's on fire
Object of your heart's desire
Every head in the room
Turns to see her next to you
She doesn't know how to love you
She doesn't know how to drive
She doesn't know how to touch you
She's 16, you're 25
Picture perfect, well-rehearsed
Better take you at your worst
Show some teeth, or at least some skin
To everyone, be everything
Someone's daughter, she's your girl
Maybe that's a dirty word
Settle down now, would you behave?
God, for once, just act your age
She doesn't know how to love you
She doesn't know how to drive
She doesn't know how to touch you
She's 16, you're 25
Yeah, she's 16, you're 25
She doesn't know how to love you
She doesn't know how to drive
She doesn't know how to touch you
She's 16, you're 25