[Verso 1]
Twenty-five the season of dope
Three sheets to the wind like a clothes line 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 Coro 1]
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only 15?
[Verso 2]
And she came to him
Like a tick on the news
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 Coro 2]
He was deep like a graveyard
Wired like TV
And how could he have known
That she'd be down for almost anything
[Coro]
But she was only
Only
Only 15
[Verso 3]
My, oh my, you pretty thing
It's about that time
For us to meet
Does your daddy have a shotgun?
[Pre Coro 3]
He was deep like a graveyard
She was ripe as a peach
And how could he have known
That she was only 15