| 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 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 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. |