[Verse 1]

Twenty-five, the season of dope

Three sheets to the wind like a clothesline rope

He's a spider on the web

She was a tiny woman, heap of sins

Her developing body was just the beginning

She said, "is anybody out there?"

[Pre-Chorus]

She was bruised like a cherry

Ripe as a peach

How could he have known

That she was only fifteen?

[Verse 2]

And she came to him like a tick on the noose

A little blue-eyed soul for his black and blues

It's a new high moon for the likes of me

Our skin is like grass, let's smoke it real fast

Is anybody out there?

[Pre-Chorus]

He was deep like a graveyard

Wired like TV

And how could he have known

That she'd be down for almost anything?

[Chorus]

But she was only

Only

Only fifteen

[Verse 3]

My, oh my, you pretty thing

It's about that time

For us to meet

Does your daddy have a shotgun?

[Pre-Chorus]

He was deep like a graveyard

She was ripe as a peach

And how could he have known

That she was only fifteen?

[Chorus]

But she was only

Only

Only fifteen

But she was only

Only

Only fifteen