No Doubt

One, two, three, four...
Yeah!
You've been a juvenile
With a dolphin smile
With no elbow room
With your body in bloom
You've had your little backyard
Protected by big walls
You didn't dare look over
'Cause you've been too small
Now you're finally sixteen
And you're feelin' old
But they, they won't believe
That you got a soul no whoa no
'Cause your only sixteen
And you're feelin' real
But you, you can't seem to cop a feel no whoa no
Why do they have to force us
Through this metamorphose
Little butterfly
No matter how you try
You'll be segregated
You're gonna be closed off
You're callow and you're green
'Cause you're caught between
You're only sixteen
Try to cross the line