One day your mama drops the hem of your skirt Next day you give up yelling what’s for dessert You can’t explain it but you’re one solid hurt Baby, you’ve got growing pains
Your Christmas penny doesn’t look half so bright Papa’s not president since maybe tonight When you’re not quite so sure that Mom’s always right Baby, you’ve got growing pains Nothing’s wrong, just growing pains And they’ll never hurt too long
When there are cobwebs in dreams that you weave When there’s no magic in the words ‘Make believe’ When doubt comes peeping out and tugs at your sleeve Baby, you’ve got growing pains
When you come home from school and don’t slam the door Ride down the banisters or slide ‘cross the floor When you don’t cry for every toy in the store Baby, you’ve got growing pains They’re not bad, just growing pains You’ll be awfully glad you hadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
