Won't someone tell me what has happened to me
  Why am I so missunderstood
  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 happened to me
  Why am I so missunderstood
  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 the boys
    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...
    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
    [ Thanks Jamal for correction ]