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I got a funny feeling we missed a page or two somehow Ohh-ohhhh, Cinderella, maybe you could help us out Does the shoe fit you now
Through the years and the kids and the jobs
Hey hey, Cinderella, what's the story all about
We're older but no more the wise -- suzy bogguss -- |
Growing Up I'm 5 years old, sitting on the school bus, singing to myself a song I know from another life. I wonder, when did I learn to walk, to talk to sing? When did I grow up? I'm 10 years old, riding my bike down the street. Yelling to my friends to wait up. I wonder, when did I learn to run, to laugh, to ride a bike? When did I grow up? I'm 15 years old, begging my mom to wear makeup that's much too old for me, to cover the pimples I only imagine I have. I wonder, when did I learn to whine, to beg, to plead? When did I grow up? I'm 20 years old, living in a far and distant land, alone. Living with a person I've never met until now, and raising their children while trying to find my place. I wonder, when did I learn independance, freedom, stregnth? When did I grow up? I'm 22 years old, living alone with my beautiful daughter, in a too small appartment, with cozy walls and a little kitchenette. I wonder, when will I have time to sing, to ride a bike, to put on make up, to be free? When did I grow up?
Brief - 2007-07-05
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