Twelve And A Half

[mysteriouza]

I'm twelve and a half and I'd like to grow some breast
I would like to wear a bra because of sick of wearing vest
My face is rather spotty, in my hair you could fry an egg
My knees go down to my ankles, why can't I have long legs?



I would love to have a boyfriend, someone to call my own
But when I call them up, my braces whistle on the phone
I never wear a skirt, I always stick to jeans
I wouldn't say my legs are hair, but they have to be dry cleaned



My moods are really weird, sometimes I am the perfect child
And then for no apparent reason, I seem to to go quite wild
My mum says she can't take no more, she's really had her lot
She says I am either barmy or my hormones have gone to pot.