One day it hit me,
I was no longer a child,
I had to wear dresses
and not be so wild.
My hair must be kept,
and my hands always clean,
my voice must be quiet,
I could only cry when not seen.
It was time to grow up,
leave the child behind
time to earn money
spend each day at the grind.
Marry my Prince,
Forget my castle,
Have 2.5 kids,
Boy! Sounds like a hassle.
The grown up life,
all the fun and joy,
but don't include me!
Now give me my toy!!!
(c) 2005
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