Too young, as a girl, with a boy to be won I solemnly devote myself to thee I'm sorry, but it's true True is shameful and vile So I'm not real and I won't call you And I want to talk about mature themes daily And I want it to be good And I want it to be good And I want it to be good, my baby And I want it to be good, to be good, to be good And I want it to be good, baby Now let's take steps to rectify your whole life Take this gift I gave to thee A promise to be true Embrace, imagine imaginations that suit you Yeah, I want to talk about mature themes I don't care at all 'bout the big or the small The skies and the air between me I don't care about you I wish I was taller than 5'4" 35 years of my life spent Computing it all, oh hell