Another one I typed:

How could you be
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
so young, so good to me?

Spent the mornin’
in a school yard,
spent the evening
on the boulevard.

You’re like a woman
trapped in a cage
It’s so hard to act your age

When you’re …
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
How could you be
so young, so good to me?

The girls at school
won’t even hold hands
but you’re goin’ with
a singer in a rock n roll band

You should be home
doing your history
but you’re dancin’ out
and drinkin’ with your fake id

And you’re
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
How could you be
so young, so good to me?

Two more years
and you’ll be seventeen
but you’ll be burnt out and
wasted from the things you’ve seen

or just be getting
your second wind
and starting everything
all over again

You should be home
playing with your dolls
instead of here
playing with my balls (or boys??)

Your daddy’s got
detectives following you
But they’re getting such
a kick out of the the things you do

And you’re
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
How could you be
so young, so good to me?

Oh, how could you be
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
so young, so good to me?

Oh, how could you be
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
so young, so good to me?

How could you be
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
so young, so good to me?

How could you be
so young, so bad,
so young, so bad,
so young, so good to me?