Sixteen
Sixteen summers, and this one tops them all
Summer just began but now it's time for fall
I hate to do it but soon I'll say goodbye
I hate so say it cuz i can't stand to see you cry
I hate to see tears roll down your face
So I'll come down every weekend if thats what it takes
No need to worrie, fret, or cry
Cuz before we know it I'll be back to say "Hi"
You know I'll always be there to catch you before you fall
Never hesitate, if you ever need me, just give me a call
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