(carly simon)

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