Rilo Kiley - 15

Twenty-five, a season off dope,
three sheets to the wind like a clothesline rope.
He's a spider on the Web.

She was a tiny woman; he could sense
her developing body was just the beginning.
She said 'Is anybody out there?'

She was bruised like a cherry, ripe as a peach.
How could he have known that she was only fifteen?

And she came to him like the tick on the noose,
a little blue eyed soul for his black and blues.

'It's a new eye move for the likes of me.
Our skin is like grass, let's smoke it real fast.
Is anybody out there?'

He was deep like a graveyard, wide like tv.
And how could he have known that she'd be down for almost anything?

But she was only, only, only fifteen!

'My oh my, you pretty thing,
it's about that time for us to meet.
Does your daddy have a shotgun?'

He was deep like a graveyard.
She was ripe as a peach.
And how could he have known that she was only fifteen?

She was only, only, only fifteen.
But she was only, only, only fifteen...