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
