Eva Deanna my sister is your mama

She fell from heaven like a loaf of manna

Put her in pajamas and read her a book about animals

The way they sound and how they look

She likes to stomp around

She buckles on her shoes to make it loud

Singing the wheels on the bus go round and round

I hold her ankles up so she can dangle upside down

You can't rearrange her

She's no stranger to danger

With golden locks on her head

She buckles on her shoes to make it loud

Singing the wheels on the bus go round and round

Round and round and round

Eva Deanna my sister is your mama

She fell from heaven like a loaf of manna

You can't rearrange her

Shes no stranger to danger

With golden locks on her head