ROLF:
You wait little girl on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life little girl is an empty page
That men will want to write on.
LIESL:
To write on.
ROLF:
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Baby, it’s time to think
Better beware be canny and careful
Baby, you’re on the brink
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and roues and cads
Will offer you food and wine