Текст песни: Raconteurs. Consolers Of The Lonely. Old Enough.

You look pretty in your fancy dress
But I detect unhappiness
You never speak so I have to guess
You're not free

Dear, maybe when you're old enough
You'll realize that you're not so tough
And some days the seas get rough
And you'll see

You're too young to have it figured out
You think you know what you're talking about
You think it will all work itself out
But we'll see

When I was young, I thought I knew
You probably think you know, too
Do you? Well, do you?

I was naive just like you, I thought
I knew exactly what I wanted to do
Well, what you gonna do? What a fool

And how have you gotten by so far
Without having no visible scar
Knowing, knowing who you really are
That can't see

What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do? What you gonna do now?
What you gonna do now? Yeah

The only way you'll ever learn a thing
Is to admit that you know absolutely nothing
Oh, nothing

Think about this carefully
You might not get another chance to speak freely
Oh, freely, yeah

Baby, when you're old enough
Baby, when you're old enough
Baby, when you're old enough
You're not free, yeah, you're not free