Kisses On The Wind

Down this wild street walks
Walks a child with no trace
Of ever being as young as her sister is A local neighborhood crush the boys would hide out and watch
Her hanging washing on the line all the time
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More like a woman she talks like one
She was the first girl, she was the first girl
To turn the boys on Boys boys
Wrapped around her finger
So young
Making love was only dreaming
This girl she’s got another story
When they are gone she blows them kisses on the wind
At the corner shop half way down the block
All the radios pumping to the way she walks
Past the fly boy’s art where her name’s engraved
Sweet liberty is what it says
Chorus
The price of puberty’s got
A way of showing
It doesn’t come in easy stages
Her mother’s face in the pot
She won’t ever leave it She needs a bell to ring the changes
Chorus to fade…