In Between

Fifteen thousand times a day

I hear a voice within me say

"Hide yourself behind a screen

You shouldn't be heard you shouldn't be seen

You're just an awful in-between

That's what I am an in-between

It's just like smallpox quarantine

I can't do this I can't go there

I'm just a circle in a square

I don't fit in anywhere

I'm past the stage of doll and carriage

I'm not the age to think of marriage

I'm too old for toys

And I'm too young for boys

I'm just an in-between

I'm not a child all children bore me

I'm not grown-up grown-ups ignore me

And in every sense

I'm just on the fence

I'm just an in-between

I'll be glad when momma lets me go to dances

And have romances

I'll be glad to have a party dress that boys will adore

A dress that touches the floor

I'm sick and tired of bedtime stories

I'm so inspired by love and glories

But I guess it's no use

I still get Mother Goose

I'm just an in-between

It's such an imposition

For a girl who's got ambition

To be an in-between

Instead of in-between

I'll be glad when uncle Jim

Can't call me "Precious child "

That simply drives me wild

I'll be glad to have a date

That doesn't grow on a tree

A date that's not history

I'll be so glad when I have grown some

All by myself I get so lonesome

And I hope and pray

For the day

When I'll be sweet sixteen

Then I won't have to be an in-beteen