[Verse 1]
Twenty-five, the season of dope
Three sheets to the wind like a clothesline rope
He's a spider on the web
She was a tiny woman, heap of sins
Her developing body was just the beginning
She said, "is anybody out there?"

[Pre-Chorus]
She was bruised like a cherry
Ripe as a peach
How could he have known
That she was only fifteen?

[Verse 2]
And she came to him like a tick on the noose
A little blue-eyed soul for his black and blues
It's a new high moon for the likes of me
Our skin is like grass, let's smoke it real fast
Is anybody out there?

[Pre-Chorus]
He was deep like a graveyard
Wired like TV
And how could he have known
That she'd be down for almost anything?
[Chorus]
But she was only
Only
Only fifteen

[Verse 3]
My, oh my, you pretty thing
It's about that time
For us to meet
Does your daddy have a shotgun?

[Pre-Chorus]
He was deep like a graveyard
She was ripe as a peach
And how could he have known
That she was only fifteen?

[Chorus]
But she was only
Only
Only fifteen
But she was only
Only
Only fifteen