(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