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Just a few short years ago
I played a lot with Bill and Joe
They seemed to think that I was quite a guy
I could climb the highest tree
And they would always follow me
We had friendship I thought would never die

Then I changed from tomboy girl
And grew into a woman’s world
And moved away, leaving my old friends
Now I’m miles and years away
But I still dream of childhood days
And I wish I was a little girl again

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Cause girls grow into women
And boys grow into men
And the world of make believe
All too soon must end
And I blame that awful change
For the shape my life is in
How I wish I was a little girl again

I married someone they don’t know
And socially they’re far below
The kind of life that I now live with him
The man I married is cold to me
For all his wealth he just can’t see
That love cannot be bought you have to give

I wish I’d married one of them
Instead of being here with him
If I could leave right now I think I’d go
I’d trade this mansion I hate so
For a small treehouse with Bill or Joe
I wish I was a little girl again

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Just a few short years ago    I played a lot with Bill and Joe   They seemed to think that I was quite a guy    I could climb the highest tree   And they would always follow me   We had friendship I thought would never die       Then I changed from tomboy girl    And grew into a woman’s world   And moved away, leaving my old friends    Now I’m miles and years away    But I still dream of childhood days    And I wish I was a little girl again      CHORUS   Cause girls grow into women    And boys grow into men    And the world of make believe    All too soon must end    And I blame that awful change    For the shape my life is in    How I wish I was a little girl again       I married someone they don’t know    And socially they’re far below    The kind of life that I now live with him    The man I married is cold to me    For all his wealth he just can’t see    That love cannot be bought you have to give       I wish I’d married one of them    Instead of being here with him    If I could leave right now I think I’d go    I’d trade this mansion I hate so    For a small treehouse with Bill or Joe    I wish I was a little girl again       Chorus