In-Between

Fifteen thousand times a day

I hear a voice within me say

Hide yourself behind the screen

You shouldn't be heard

You shouldn't be seen

You're just an awful in between

That's what I am and in between

It's just like small pox 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 to boys

I'm just an in between

I'm not a child or children bore me

I'm not grown up

Grown ups ignore me

And in every sense I'm just on a fence

I'm just an in between

I'll be glad when momma

Let's 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

I'm allowed to go to pictures shows

That is if nurse is feeling able

But we only go to Mickey Mouse

I'm not allowed Clarke Gable

It's such an imposition

For a girl who's got ambition

To be an in between

My dad says I should bother more

About my lack of grammar

Huh the only thing that bothers me

Is my lack of glamor

Why if I could use a lipstick

And a powder puff

Who knows I might be Garbo in the rough

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 trees

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 between