[00:11.93]The first year that she was around
[00:15.33]Little finger in her mouth
[00:17.60]She seemed a soap bubble machine
[00:23.20]The second year she carried on
[00:26.68]Being charming and along came all
[00:30.53]Her endless fantasies
[00:35.11]I don't believe in intelligent design
[00:40.69]But somehow she is divine
[00:45.82]
[01:06.97]She became, though a bit shy
[01:10.10]An entertainer in disguise
[01:12.76]At three she had her fans to please
[01:18.54]Then last year she bumped her head
[01:21.68]Going up the stairs
[01:23.62]And for one night the star was
[01:26.50]Mummified
[01:30.15]I don't believe in intelligent design
[01:35.86]But she surely is divine
[01:40.74]
[02:02.49]I can give her some advice
[02:05.26]Tell her what or not to try
[02:07.69]But sometimes good intentions can
[02:10.40]Be harsh
[02:13.90]Forget inspirational speeches
[02:16.46]Like "if you're eager you can reach it"
[02:19.29]Manuals will never satisfy
[02:27.53]You decide
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[03:14.49]The first year that she was around
[03:17.71]Was a ride but just a start
[03:26.08]I can't tell her what's ahead
[03:29.29]Before now i want her back
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