Little one in my high heeled shoes;
She wants to play all grown.
Oh, precious one, don't move so fast;
It's not fun, this being grown.
Don't rush to climb inside my shoes;
Stay within your child's world,
It isn't fun to be all grown;
Don't cross into my world.
Sing your silly, happy songs
And stay a child for a little while;
Let me hear your sounds of laughter
And on your face your happy smile.
Wiggle, wobble in my shoes,
I'm glad that they don't fit;
Come and climb upon my lap
And let me cuddle you a bit.
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