Texty: The Vandals. Fourteen.

I've watched you grow for all these years and shamefully admit, I've loved to watch you blossom and it's awful hard to quit- feeling these feelings stirring up inside of me.
You nearly are a woman now and in a couple years, all the rules and
boundaries will slowly disappear, wait now my child until you get a
little older, every new sunrise brings your heart a little closer- to me


CHORUS:
But I can't make love to you- because you're fourteen just a peck on the cheek as I'm counting the weeks go by (why? why?) We can't make love together- because you're fourteen years old And the trust of your mom that we're not doing wrong, I just can't betray-today.
Just an ounce of patience we can still do things we like-
watch you eat an ice cream cone and watch you ride your bike
Patiently longing for that future day of truth-
I want to hug and kiss you nearly every time I see you

but I don't want the neighborhood to get the wrong idea
there'll come a day when love like ours is not a crime
just give it time-


CHORUS X2:
But I can't make love to you- because you're fourteen just a hug and a sigh from a law biding guy tonight (why? why?) We can't make love together- because you're fourteen years old And the trust of your mom that we're not doing wrong, I just can't betray-today.