Girls growing quick enough
Meet mountains when they're sprouts
Wait till their daddies hear about
Girls cutting of their leaves
These girls calling flowers "trees"
Wait till your daddy hears about me
Will you take me-break me-as I am?
Will you stop and stare? Ooh
Here's a pretty play-thing that I
Can't understand
Boy, I'm a fickle weed
I sing when my mirror pleads
And it waits till my mother's voice is in me
'Cause God, I'm a masochist
I'd sing just to bite my lip
Wait till my mother hears
Me sing like this, oh
Will you take me-break me-as I am?
Will you stop and stare? Ooh
Here's a pretty play-thing that I
Can't understand
Girls growing, sputter spurt
Sneer at their dirty hurt
Wait till their daddies cut them down
And then
Will you take me-break me-as I am?
Will you stop and stare?
Here's a pretty play-thing that I
Can't understand
Oh
Will you take me-break me-as I am?
(Will you) stop and stare? Ooh
Here's a pretty play-thing that I
Can't understand
Here's a pretty play-thing that I
Can't understand
