Stranded in the cheap seats of some private dirty show, where daddy's working hours and where mama's yelling no. I am hiding in the locker room, I ain't speaking on the phone. No all I need is someone who could leave me all alone. 'cause my body, oh-oh, I just feel it in my body, something changing here inside me. Can you tell me about the strangest phase I'm going through. Oh-oh, I just feel it here inside me, something gets me, something rides me in this silly teenage dream age nocturne. I ain't running from my future, I ain't yearning for my past. I am cracking my illusions, say which one will be the last. I am spinning on the flip side into some prime and golden age to what I may be headingm don't you turn another page. 'cause my body, oh-oh, I just feel it in my body, something changing here inside me. Is this some illusion? Is this happening for real? Do I stand for prosecution? Am I running down a dream? In my convolutions I can't find no place to go. I am loaded up with answers, and I do not want to know. So I'm drifting in a desert 'though my eye is too dry to wink. You could lead me down to water, but don't you try to make me drink. I am scratching on the flip-side to some very golden age. My soul is close to dying, but still my face don't look my age. Nor my body, oh-oh.
