I Stood In The Doorway In My White Nightgown
Red Roses On Cotton, I Stood Three Feet From The Ground
The Grownups Inside Used Words I Didn't Know
But Still I Enjoyed The Show

They Looked So Lovely, They Looked So Self-assured
And I Just Like Them Would Know It All When I Matured
And I Wouldn't Be Afraid Of The Darkness Or The Bears
Or The Cracks In The Ceiling Upstairs

Now I've Just Gotten Older, I've Just Gotten Taller
And The Little Ones, They Call Me A Grownup

Lat Night At A Friend's House A Little Girl Was There
She Stood In The Doorway Playing With Her Hair
She Looked Up To Me As If I Could Do No Wrong
As I Got Up To Sing My Song

I Sang It With A Shiver In My Throat And In My Knees
Feeling Just As Small As A Thistle In A Breeze
But The Child's Imagination Carried Me Along
And Saw Me Through My Song

Now I've Just Gotten Older, I've Just Gotten Taller
And The Little Ones Call Me A Grownup