(Carly Simon)

I stood in the doorway in my white nightgown

Red roses on cotton, I stood three feet from the ground

the grownups 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 I wouldn't be afraid of the darkness or the bears

Or the cracks in the ceiling upstairs



Now I've just gotten older, I've just gotten taller

And the little ones, they call me a grownup



Lat night at a friend's house a little girl was there

She stood in the doorway playing with her hair

She looked up to me as if I could do no wrong

As I got up 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



Now I've just gotten older, I've just gotten taller

And the little ones call me a grownup