Inbetween

Fifteen thousand times a day

I hear a voice, within me say

Hide yourself behind a screen

You shouldn't be heard, you shouldn't be seen

You're just an awful inbetween



I'm past, the stage, of doll and carriage

I'm not the age, to think of marriage

I'm too old for toys, and i'm too young for boys

I'm just an inbetween



I'm not a child, all children bore me

I'm not grown up, grown ups ignore me

And in every sense, i'm just on a fence

I'm just an inbetween



I'll be glad, when mama lets me go to dances

And have romances

I'll be glad, to have a party dress that boys will adore

A dress that touches the floor



I'm sick and tired, of bedtime stories

I'm so inspired, by love and glories

But i guess it's no use, I still get Mother Goose

I'm just an inbetween



*Spoken*

I'm allowed to go to pictures shows!

That is if nurse is feeling able

But we only go to Mickey Mouse

I'm not allowed Clark Gable!



It's such an imposition, for a girl who's got ambition

To be an inbetween



*Spoken*

My dad says i should bother more

About my lack of gramma

The only thing that bothers me, is my lack of glamor!

Why if i could use a lipstick and a powder puff

Who knows i might be garble!

In the rough

Instead of inbetween



I'll be glad, when Uncle Jim can't call me "Precious Child"

That simply drives me wild

I'll be glad, to have a date that doesn't grow on a tree

A date thats not history



I'll be so glad, when i have grown some

All by myself, i get so lonesome

And i hope and pray, for the day

When i'll be sweet sixteen

And i won't have to be, an inbetween.