Young rascal girl
When she doesn't bite, she lies
She learned the taste of blood
When visiting that boy
Young dressed-up girl
Torn-up like her clothes
After those polite get-togethers
Think of her transformation
A hickey on the neck
Shoulder facing the cheek
Baby shark isn't afraid
Of the depths of the ocean
Young stubborn girl
Charming like an armament
Will write your name in the soil
With a toothy smile
Young, young, young
Young rascal girl
Young, young, young
Are you afraid of a 'no'?
Young rascal girl
Surely naked under her clothes
Even when asked politely
She won't respond to your questions
Young dressed-up girl
At the heart of the conversation
Nicotine and menthol
In a stony silence
A chill down the spine
Hair glued to the skin
Miss Redhead isn't afraid
When it comes to passion
Young stubborn girl
Charming like an armament
Will scratch your name in her book
With a toothy smile
Young, young, young
Young rascal girl
Young, young, young
Are you afraid of a 'no'?
(x2)
Young rascal girl
When she doesn't bite, she lies
She learned the taste of blood
When visiting that boy
Young dressed-up girl
Torn-up like her clothes
After those polite get-togethers
Think of her transformation
A hickey on the neck
Shoulder facing the cheek
Baby shark isn't afraid
Of the depths of the ocean
Young stubborn girl
Charming like an armament
Will scratch your name in the ground
With a toothy smile
Young rascal girl
Young, young, young
Young rascal girl
Young, young, young
Are you afraid of a 'no'?
(x2)