She was thirteen
And head over heels
She believed in love
And what it reveals

And when that boy left her
What did they say?
You're too young to worry
About love today.

She was eighteen
And infatuation arose
She gave it her all
And became overexposed

He tore her in two
And what did they assurt?
You're too young to concern
Yourself with this hurt

She was twenty-four
And seduced to the core
She wanted this one to last
But that's not what she had in store

Once again, she was hurt
And what was it they pronounced?
You're still young my dear
This one doesn't count

She was thirty-two
And took-up with a man
She had a twinkle in her eye
And a diamond on her hand

But he got scared and off he went
And what did they have to proclaim?
That she would find another
She just needed better aim

Well, she is forty-eight
And all alone
Not a man's voice
To be heard in this home

And all she hears
Is the whispers in the street
About how she's much too old
For ever a man to meet.

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