| Get away from me is all she said | |
| You're like a social disease | |
| I'm so tired of being afraid of you | |
| Her face all twisted, he sees | |
| Save yourself, look and see | |
| Think about it, sweet 16 | |
| You could be anywhere | |
| See yourself standing there | |
| She's not dead | |
| She's not dead | |
| He can't stop forcing himself on her | |
| He likes the way that she is | |
| His heart beats, fingers all over her | |
| His dirty breath smells of beer | |
| Save yourself, look and see | |
| Think about it, sweet 16 | |
| You could be anywhere | |
| See yourself standing there | |
| She's not dead | |
| She's not dead | |
| DeadCome a little closer to me | |
| Come a little nearer, | |
| I wantShe works late, so she can keep away | |
| She's got to go to the police | |
| So young, he's working her like a dog | |
| He slaps her face till she cleans | |
| But one day while she was searching there | |
| She came across a new toy | |
| Her eyes filled as she loaded the weapon | |
| Her mind races, she cries | |
| Save yourself, look and see | |
| Think about it, sweet 16 | |
| You could be anywhere | |
| See yourself standing there | |
| Save yourself, look and see | |
| Think about it, sweet 16 | |
| She's not dead | |
| She's not dead | |
| DeadShe's not dead | |
| DeadCome on | |
| Come onCome on... |