No longer am I a child with Little tiny hands Nor am I an adult That never understands. I am not a baby that cries All through the night Nor am I a lady That's nice and polite No longer do I play with My doll with no head. But nor do I want to take My bear off my bed I no longer dream of faries and toys I now dream of school and gorgeous boys I guess someday my Thought will change And all my points of view rearrange No longer will I want my Bear on my bed I will have a man ...

No longer am I a child with Little tiny hands Nor am I an adult That never understands. I am not a baby that cries All through the night Nor am I a lady That's nice and polite No longer do I play with My doll with no head. But nor do I want to take My bear off my bed I no longer dream of faries and toys I now dream of school and gorgeous boys I guess someday my Thought will change And all my points of view rearrange No longer will I want my Bear on my bed I will have a man ...