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In her own sweet world |
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Populated by dolls and clowns |
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And a prince and a big purple bear |
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Lives my favorite girl. |
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Unaware of the worried frowns |
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That we weary grown-ups all wear. |
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In the sun she dances |
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To silent music-songs |
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That are spun of gold |
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Somewhere in her own little head |
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Then one day all too soon |
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She'll grow up & she'll leave her doll |
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And her prince & her silly old bear. |
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When she goes they will cry |
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As they whisper good-bye |
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They will miss her I know |
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but then so will I. |
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Earrings made of shoestrings |
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Barbie dolls with blue jeans |
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Makin' cross eyes |
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Shakes me when I'm sleepin' |
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Did you ever see |
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A kitten with an apron on |
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Stop 'n start his stereo |
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When she knows her brothers down the hall runnin' 'round and skippin' 'round |
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Because she's so, |
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She's so inspired |
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Then she's tired |
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Please put me jammies on |
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Daddy look at the rain |
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Can I go and play in the rain |
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In the sun she dances |
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To silent music-songs |
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That are spun of gold |
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Somewhere in her own little head |
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Then one day all too soon |
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She'll grow up & she'll leave her doll |
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And her prince & her silly old bear |
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When she goes they will cry |
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As they whisper good-bye |
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They will miss her I know |
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But then so will I. |
