Stranded in the cheap seats of some private dirty show, where daddy's working hours and where mama's yelling no.
I am hiding in the locker room, I ain't speaking on the phone.
No all I need is someone who could leave me all alone.
'cause my body, oh-oh, I just feel it in my body, something changing here inside me.
Can you tell me about the strangest phase I'm going through.
Oh-oh, I just feel it here inside me, something gets me, something rides me in this silly teenage dream age nocturne.
I ain't running from my future, I ain't yearning for my past.
I am cracking my illusions, say which one will be the last.
I am spinning on the flip side into some prime and golden age to what I may be headingm don't you turn another page.
'cause my body, oh-oh, I just feel it in my body, something changing here inside me.
Is this some illusion?
Is this happening for real?
Do I stand for prosecution?
Am I running down a dream?
In my convolutions I can't find no place to go.
I am loaded up with answers, and I do not want to know.
So I'm drifting in a desert 'though my eye is too dry to wink.
You could lead me down to water, but don't you try to make me drink.
I am scratching on the flip-side to some very golden age.
My soul is close to dying, but still my face don't look my age.
Nor my body, oh-oh.