She was a runaway, deeply in hate with Mom and Dad
Always telling her what to do, always making her mad
Made her way north to Costa Mesa with some friends for the
Fair
Met up with Twister Charlie, she had cut and dyed her
Hair
She was only a kid, she didn't need anyone recognizing her
There
Charlie kicked her to the curb when she refused to give it up
She spent a day walking the midway searching for an open truck
Drummer roadie Mitch had a VW with a pop-up
Top
Negotiations were brief, she only had one thing to
Swap
But he backed out quick when she kept telling him to
Stop
Sixteen, sixteen, such a magical age
Invulnerable, invincible, and fearless
Kris took a few chances but never got too careless
We spent hours talking about everything and nothing
Both being sixteen, we were daring and compelling
She spoke of how unhappy her life at home was with the
Family
Listening to her I began to understand nobody has a perfect
Reality
Even rich kids from Orange County have to deal with a bit of
Abnormality
Underneath the Music Express we told each other lies
We spoke with conviction as we stared into each other's eyes
The memory has long faded I only know the facts of the
Night
There is no recollection of how it felt, if it was meaningful or
Trite
In the morning I told her to call her parents and make things
Right
Sixteen, sixteen, such a magical age
Invulnerable, invincible, and fearless
Kris took a few chances but never got too careless
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