I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown   Red roses on linen   I stood three feet from the ground   The grownups laughed inside   Used words I didn't know   But still I enjoyed the show      They looked so lovely   They looked so self-assured   And I just like them   Would know it all when I matured   And no longer be afraid of the darkness or the bears   Or the cracks in the ceiling upstairs      Well, I've just gotten older   I've just gotten taller   And the little ones   Call me a grownup      Last night at a friend's house   A little girl was there   She stood in the doorway playing with her hair   She looked up at me as if I could do no wrong   As I stood 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      See, I've just gotten older   I've just gotten taller   And the little ones   They call me a grownup