fifteen thousand times a day i hear a voice within me say hide yourself behind the screen you shouldn t be heard you shouldn t be seen you re just an awful in between that s what i am and in between it s just like small pox quarantine i can t do this i can t go there i m just a circle in a square i don t fit in anywhere i m past the stage of dull and carriage i m not the age to think of marriage i m too old for toys and i m too young for boys i m just an in between i m not a child or children bore me i m not grown up grown ups ignore me and in every sense i m just on a fence i m just an in between i ll be glad when momma let s me go to dances and have romances i ll be glad to have a party dress that boys will adore a dress that touches the floor i m sick and tired of bedtime story i m so inspired by love and glories but i guess it s no use i still get mother goose i m just an in between i m allow to go to pictures shows that is if nurse is feeling able but we only go to mickey mouse i m not allowed clarke gable it s such an imposition for a girl who s got ambition to be an in between my dad says i should bother more about my lack of grammar huh the only thing that bothers me is my lack of glamor why if i could use a lipstick and a powder pop who knows i might be garbo in the rough instead of in between i ll be glad when uncle jim can t call me precious child that simply drives me wild i ll be glad to have a date that doesn t grow on a trees a date that s not history i ll be so glad when i have grown some all by myself i get so lonesome and i hope and pray for the day when i ll be sweet sixteen then i won t have to be an in between