| One day your mama drops the hem of your skirt
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| Next day you give up yelling what’s for dessert
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| You can’t explain it but you’re one solid hurt
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| Baby, you’ve got growing pains
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| Your Christmas penny doesn’t look half so bright
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| Papa’s not president since maybe tonight
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| When you’re not quite so sure that Mom’s always right
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| Baby, you’ve got growing pains
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| Nothing’s wrong, just growing pains
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| And they’ll never hurt too long
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| When there are cobwebs in dreams that you weave
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| When there’s no magic in the words 'Make believe'
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| When doubt comes peeping out and tugs at your sleeve
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| Baby, you’ve got growing pains
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| When you come home from school and don’t slam the door
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| Ride down the banisters or slide 'cross the floor
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| When you don’t cry for every toy in the store
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| Baby, you’ve got growing pains
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| They’re not bad, just growing pains
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| You’ll be awfully glad you had |