In her own sweet world,
Populated by dolls and clowns and a prince
and a big purple bear
Lives my favorite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns that weary
grown-ups all wear
In the sun, she dances to silent music
Songs that were spun of gold
somewhere in her own little head
One day all too soon,
She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls
and her prince and her silly old bear
When she goes they will cry,
as they whisper good-bye
They will miss her, I fear, but then, so will I
Do do do do do do~~
In the sun, she dances to silent music
Songs that were spun of gold
somewhere in her own little head
One day all too soon,
She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls
and her prince and her silly old bear
When she goes they will cry,
as they whisper good-bye
They will miss her, I fear, but then, so will I
They will miss her, I fear, but then, so w