Don't crush her fairy's wings Hold her gently in your hand Help her to feel tall again None of this was planned
She's too small for the pen Can't write her story down Too small for the pen Can't bring her mind around
She's wilting in the corner No one to help her stand Help her to feel tall again None of this was planned
Her silver shell is cracking Naive beyond belief She's not as lithesome as she'd like Keeps glimpses of herself brief
(Thumbelina, Thumbelina-ah)
No junebugs can reach her here To sweep her into an unknown land And spirit her away to a lonely bloom No, none of this was planned
She can question why she was born this small But of course there is no one to answer her callTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
