Won't someone tell me what has happen to me 

Why am I so misunderstood 

Why can't they see 

Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel 

That I used to be 



They say I'll understand it all in good time 

But age ain't nothin' but a number in my mind 

Goin' crazy with this push me pull me 

Caught between wrong and right 



I wanna give in to the woman in me 

I wanna be someone they don't want me to be 

The moral of the story is I got no choice 

I must not chase the boys 



I started writing down my deepest secrets 

Seven days a week of truth and fantasy 

Got the feelin' that the way my life is 

Got to be prepared for changes 



Won't someone tell me what has happen to me 

Why am I so misunderstood 

Why can't they see? 

Now I'm caught between the devil and the angel 

That I used to be 



I wanna give in to the woman in me 

I wanna be someone they don't want me to be 

The moral of the story is I got no choice 

I must not chase



I wanna go left but they tell me go right 

Don't wanna be the little girl they kissin' goodnight 

The moral of the story is I got no choice 

I must not chase 



They can try to make me write a thousand lines 

But that won't ever change the way I feel inside 

They've got their opinions but I just don't care 

Cause that's not what I wanna hear 



I, I must, I must not chase the boys 

I, I must, I must not chase the boys 

I must, I must, I must not.. .chase.. the boys 



I wanna give in to the woman in me 

I wanna be someone they don't want me to be 

The moral of the story is I got no choice 

I must not chase the boys 



I wanna go left but they tell me go right 

don't wanna be the little girl they kissin' goodnight 

the moral of the story is I got no choice 

I must not chase... the boys