(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-a**ured
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