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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 toysAnd 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 senseI'm just on the fence,I'm just an in-between!I'll be glad when momma lets me go to dancesAnd have romances.SongtexteI'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 picture shows,That is, if nurse is feeling able;But we only go to Mickey Mouse,I'm not allowed Clark Gable!It's such an impositionFor a girl who's got ambitionTo be an in-between!My dad says I should bother moreAbout my lack of Grammar;Huh! The only thing that bothers meIs my lack of glamour!Why, if I 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 JimCan't call me "Precious child!",That simply drives me wild!I'll be glad to have a dateThat 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 prayFor the dayWhen I'll be sweet sixteen,Then I won't have to be an in-beteen! Aus Songtexte Mania