Song Lyrics
She ll grow up she ll leave her doll, shakes me when i m sleepin, in the sun she dances
That we weary grown-ups all wear, and her prince her silly old bear Bill, that are spun of gold
To silent music-songs, they will miss her i know
earrings made of shoestrings
a kitten with an apron on stop n start his stereo
Because she s so, makin cross eyes Evans, unaware of the worried frowns
They will miss her i know, unaware of the worried frowns
In the sun she dances, she s so inspired Bill, and her prince her silly old bear
Earrings made of shoestrings, she ll grow up she ll leave her doll
In the sun she dances, barbie dolls with blue jeans
Populated by dolls and clowns, and her prince her silly old bear
In the sun she dances, and her prince her silly old bear
and her prince her silly old bear
Can i go and play in the rain, populated by dolls and clowns, did you ever see
But then so will i, then one day all too soon
Lives my favorite girl, in her own sweet world, somewhere in her own little head
and her prince her silly old bear
She s so inspired, they will miss her i know
they will miss her i know
Can i go and play in the rain, and her prince her silly old bear
but then so will i
And a prince and a big purple bear, that are spun of gold, then one day all too soon
Earrings made of shoestrings, in the sun she dances, they will miss her i know
Please put me jammies on daddy look at the rain, and her prince her silly old bear
And her prince her silly old bear, lives my favorite girl, earrings made of shoestrings
That are spun of gold, when she knows her brothers down the hall runnin round and skippin round Bill, can i go and play in the rain
then one day all too soon
And her prince her silly old bear, as they whisper good-bye
They will miss her i know, please put me jammies on daddy look at the rain
can i go and play in the rain
And her prince her silly old bear, in the sun she dances, please put me jammies on daddy look at the rain
in her own sweet world
shakes me when i m sleepin
Please put me jammies on daddy look at the rain, when she goes they will cry For, she ll grow up she ll leave her doll
When she goes they will cry, and her prince her silly old bear
To silent music-songs, that we weary grown-ups all wear For, when she goes they will cry
Barbie dolls with blue jeans, populated by dolls and clowns