Thoughts drive me purely wild whenever I look at you.
I have that overwhelming desire for you.
You’re like sweet sixteen;
Oh! You’re like sweet sixteen.
I find myself yelling for you at odd times at night.
Your name seems a great intoxication like old wine.
You’re like sweet sixteen;
Oh! You’re like sweet sixteen.

I am scared of what is tomorrow.
My own uncertainty threatens me like a gun.
I go crazy and keep looking for you in the crowd.
You’re like sweet sixteen;
Oh! You’re like sweet sixteen.

Today after so many years of our encounter.
I can at least say I have loved you so well.
Yet your unforgetful face is lovely grace.
You’re like sweet sixteen;
Oh! You’re like sweet sixteen.