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| Growing Up... |
| by Megan_Marie_20613 |
When you was old enough to say “I love you”
When holding hands was going too far
When all you wanted to do was set in the front seat of the car
When you was daddy’s little girl
Mammas little angle
When all you needed was a happy meal to get you through your day
When all it took was just one look to know you was doing wrong
When pinky promises meant the world
When guys had cooties
And all you had to do was get tagged to be “it” to him
Because scraped knees are so much easier to fix then broken hearts
When mammas kisses made everything feel better
When it didn’t matter what you wore
And friends could be friends didn’t matter who your parents were
And polka dots were cool
And sugar highs was all you needed
Cool aid was the crap
When naps were stupid
… and then things started to change
Saying “I love you” was a commitment
Holding hands isn’t far enough
All you want is to set in the driver’s seat
Daddy’s little girl and mommas little angle don’t have time for them anymore
You move up to Big-Macs instead of happy meals
You can never do wrong
Promises don’t mean anything
Clothes mean everything
Sugar highs aren’t high enough
Cool aid is still the crap
And a nap sounds pretty good
Is this the way it should be?
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