In her own sweet world

Populated by dolls and clowns

And a prince and a big purple bear

Lives my favorite girl

Unaware of the worried frowns

That we weary grown ups all wear

Oh In the sun she dances

To silent music songs

That are spun of gold

Somewhere in her own little head

Someday all too soon

She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls

And her prince and her silly old bear

When she goes they will cry

As she whispers goodbye

They will miss her I feel

But then so will I

Umm In her own sweet world

Populated by dolls and clowns

And a prince and a big purple bear

Oh Lives my favorite girl

Unaware of the worried frowns

That we weary grown ups all wear

Oh In the sun she dances to silent music

Songs that are spun of gold

Somewhere in her own little head

And someday all too soon

She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls

And her prince and her silly old bear

When she goes they will cry

As she whispers good-bye

They will miss her

But then so will

They will miss her

But then so will I

They will miss her

But then so will

Oh They will miss her

But then so will I