They try to tell me that you're only a child;
Try to say I'm too old to love you.
But you're so cute, and girl, it's drivin' me wild;
Well, I don't know what else I can do.

To these age differences, love is quite blind,
Let everyone else hate me; no, I don't really mind

That you're seven!
Might as well show it;
They've been "outing" my kind.
You're seven!
Their laws are lies, not true:
No crime in loving you
At seven.

I hear the retching of the phobics who rage
'Cause you're young and I've made you my own;
So they say "Go gay* and find some guy your own age."
You're all sick, you fags! Leave me alone!

You were "just" six and I was "just" twenty-nine,
When you declared you loved me, made me your Valentine.

Now you're seven!
They all can stow it;
Now you've made yourself mine.
You're seven!
Like watching dykes, they do!
Let me be straight with you
At seven.

Yeah-ah! (Yeah-ah!) (Yeah-ah!)

Oh, if someday you grow bumps, with me that's just fine;
Some like big jugs but that fetish isn't mine;
Some guys even like more hair, but I'm not that kind;
I like how you have nothing in front or out behind,

And you're seven!
Nothing to show me
Down below your neckline.
You're seven!
The other guys, it's true,
Don't see that much in you
At seven.

Ohhh--

But you're seven!
That's just a number;
Why's it stuck in my mind?
You're seven!
Because you're mine, and too,
At seven, loving you
Is heaven.

Yeah-ah-ah...