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Lyrics

[Verse 1] Twenty-five, the season of dope Three sheets to the wind like a clothesline rope He's a spider on the web She was a tiny woman, heap of sins Her developing body was just the beginning She said, "is anybody out there?" [Pre-Chorus] She was bruised like a cherry Ripe as a peach How could he have known That she was only fifteen? [Verse 2] And she came to him like a tick on the noose A little blue-eyed soul for his black and blues It's a new high moon for the likes of me Our skin is like grass, let's smoke it real fast Is anybody out there? [Pre-Chorus] He was deep like a graveyard Wired like TV And how could he have known That she'd be down for almost anything? [Chorus] But she was only Only Only fifteen [Verse 3] My, oh my, you pretty thing It's about that time For us to meet Does your daddy have a shotgun? [Pre-Chorus] He was deep like a graveyard She was ripe as a peach And how could he have known That she was only fifteen? [Chorus] But she was only Only Only fifteen But she was only Only Only fifteen