I am sixteen going on seventeen. I know that I'm naive. Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet and willingly I believe. I am sixteen going on seventeen, innocent as a rose. Bachelor dandies, drinkers of brandies what do I know of those. Totally unprepared am I to face a world of men. Timid and shy and scared am I of things beyond my ken. I need someone older and wiser telling me what to do. You are seventeen going on eighteen, I'll depend on you.