"Baby," he says,

"You are like the clean white page and I the pen.

The innocence I find between your girlish thighs

is like the fountain of youth to my old bones."

And she replies,

"Daddy's little girl's a precocious child

I love to please, I'll do anything that you ask of me

Eager to fulfill all of Daddy's needs."

"Baby, he says,

"I can never love older girls like I love you.

You're easier to please and you never give me grief

'cause you accept everything I say and do."

And she replies,

"I'm in no position to make demands.

I have no past, no one else has done to me what you do.

I've got no one else to compare you to."

[Bridge]

"And as you grow older,

try to stay sixteen all your life,

Old women grow bitter,

don't let that happen to you."

(Instrumental Break)

[Philip King reads the poem "The Bloom of Youth" by Billy Childish in background]

"And why is it charming

pretending I'm younger than my years?

Why can't I grow up with dignity?

Set me free."

"Baby," he says,

"Now that you're older I feel our love has died.

Once upon a time you never criticised me.

Oh, I much preferred you as a child."

And I reply,

"Everything you said to me was a lie.

I know your kind,

you just want a daughter without the wife.

You don't need a girlfriend you need a life."