In her own sweet world,
Populated by dolls and clowns and a prince
and a big purple bear
Lives my fav'rite 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 will I