My baby sister, she’s only thirteen
She wants to be a tween beauty queen
Get her hair done and a body wax
Pants that say juicy and a top to match
She even wants to go under the knife
It's me, or is something wrong with that
Tell me if I'm wrong, am I blind, what can't I see
I think something has gone awry with our society
We're growing them before their time
Picking unripe fruit and hoping it comes out fine
These are not the days where life was fleeting and short
There's time for them to grow, there's still time
Baby sister wants to be the one they dream of
Baby sister wants to be that fashion plate like the girls on TV
Baby sister wants to grow before her time
And I can't understand how this came to pass these days
Could it be the images blasted on the screen
Could it be the music soaring out the industry speakers
Could it be that mom and dad have let go of the wheel
Baby sister, why do you want to be this way
Please don't grow before your time
What the hell are we doing to the little girls today
This was never meant to be the reaction to revolution
This is not empowerment like those that profit say
This is sinister tricks that fashion and pictures play
Playing to society perverse vices and niche needs
Just because it's legal doesn't make it right
Baby sister, I'm begging you please
Don't listen to their talk about wearing pants that say tease
Don't fall for their call for you to look like air brushed pop princesses
Don't try to be like the photo-shopped models you see
Beauty can never be found with the slice of a knife
You must first grow inside and the rest will follow
Please don't grow before your time
Baby sister please, you have better things to do with your life
I still have to believe you're better than that