She walks around With a pink balloon And if you try to take it from her Your end will come too soon She dreams about Her pink balloon Carrying her higher and higher Up to the moon She ties it to her waist She ties it to her wrist And if you're lucky she might let it go for you And make a wish First thing she wakes up Pours herself a cup Before she's out the door She stops to blow it up Sometimes she carries it high Sometimes she carries it low People point at her And say there she goes