In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
and a prince and a big purple bear
lives my favorite girl.
Unware of the worried frowns
That we weary growns-up all wear.
In the sun she dances
To silent music songs that are spun of gold
Some where in her little head
and someday all too soon
she'll grow up and she'll leave her doll
and her prince and her silly old bear
when she goes they will cry
as they whispher goodbye
they will miss her I know
but then so will I
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In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
and a prince and a big purple bear
lives my favorite girl.
Unware of the worried frowns
That we weary growns-up all wear.
In the sun she dances
To silent music songs that are spun of gold
Some where in her little head
and someday all too soon
she'll grow up and she'll leave her doll
and her prince and her silly old bear
when she goes they will cry
as they whispher goodbye
they will miss her I know
but then so will I
they will miss her I know
but then so will I
they will miss her I know
but then so will I