Dewese-James Sweet sixteen, you know you’re a dream Oh, the denim sihouette of your lie Toss one back in the Cadillac And wave the smoke away from your eyes. Keep him in your pocket You’ve got the summer in your sight A picture in your locket The radio and halogen moonlight. Your boyfriend’s broke, you think it’s a joke Now you’re looking for an older guy So at the dairy queen you talk to so obscene And you leave without saying goodbye. Keep him in your pocket You’ve got the future in your eye A picture in your locket Oh, such a pity, don’t you cry. You better look now You better slow down But you’re the queen now Of this one horse town. Drinking gin, they call it a sin But you’re feeling nice and warm inside In fifteen years you’ll be serving the beers In the tavern where you’re killing time.