My Baby Girl
My baby girl is growing up,She's not little anymore.
She takes my shirts,
Don't leave me dirt,
Then zips right out the door.
She wants to be a doctor,
Says she will study hard.
But when it's time for homework,
She wants to play in the yard.
She wants to go shopping,
New things she wants me to buy.
But when I look at the tags,
The high prices make me cry.
I say no, it's time to go,
Then she really starts to sob.
I say it's okay, you'll get it one day,
When you're grown and have your own job.
Well it's getting late, she's watching tv,
She says she's not tired yet.
But I know my child, she'll be sleep,
Before the movie, I bet.
What's that noise, I heard it again,
It sounds like a big boar.
I listened again, and what'd you know,
My baby had started to snore.
I picked her, put her in bed,
Grown up she doesn't seem.
But she's growing up and I love her to death,
Goodnight baby, pleasant dreams.
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