Nhạc sĩ: Charles Aznavour, Robert Chauvigny
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
She left a neighborhood in which everyone was filthy rich She left her parents home and strayed with a backbone who made vows of love she'd never heard And she believed in every word She left no forwarding address to sugar-use and happiness As with the boys she vanished in The secret sweetness of their sin A young girl, a young girl of sixteen A child of springtime still dreams Lying there by the road She told her love demanded space so they roamed from place to place Although she realized she'd sinned she drew caution to the wind As she followed him around while he slowly dragged her down Though overpowering was love that yet made it captive of the young girl's heart and soul and mind In other words love drove her blind A young girl, a young girl of sixteen A child of springtime still dreams Laying there by the road Too much emotion for a girl she let her heart become the world She said God has never wrought what he's done for her We are taught had she been wiser she'd have known She didn't love alone She should have known the day would come when she would quit her job So dropped the ink for a young piece of card And left her heart and mind to starve A young girl, a young girl of sixteen A child of springtime still dreams Lying there by the road