I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown Red roses on cotton, I stood three feet from the ground The grownups inside used words I didn't know But still I enjoyed the show
They looked so lovely, they looked so self-assured And I just like them would know it all when I matured And I wouldn't be afraid of the darkness or the bears Or the cracks in the ceiling upstairs
Now I've just gotten older, I've just gotten taller And the little ones, they call me a grownup
Lat night at a friend's house a little girl was there She stood in the doorway playing with her hair She looked up to me as if I could do no wrong As I got up to sing my song
I sang it with a shiver in my throat and in my knees Feeling just as small as a thistle in a breeze But the child's imagination carried me along And saw me through my song
Now I've just gotten older, I've just gotten taller And the little ones call me a grownup
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