Discount

Discount every word that I say

You're telling me that it will be okay

Don't want to hear the songs I write for you

How could this love ever be true

When we were little girls we just don't know anything

Because nobody tells it to us!

That's the terrible part

Nobody says anything

We have been brought up very sweet and very innocent and very precious

Mother sits down, looks at the young child

She says, "My dear child, We're going out into the wide world and you're going to meet an awful lot of strange people