You've grown a lot
The last time I saw you
You were still learning to walk
You were putting on your favourite shirt
You never let that shirt go
You never had acne
You would always cry
Always wanting a bottle in your mouth
You suckled all day and night
And the house wouldn't rest afterwards
Those days were precious
Now you look like a sack of potatoes
Your lipstick and mascaras
Have masked the ugliness of life
On your face
You now hide your dignity with iron chains
Not letting foxes and snakes by you
Yeah! Your days are better than mine
Have a husband now, responsibilities, kids
You always notify everyone when
You are going in or out or for a visit.
You have breast now, suitors demanding your hand
Even with a ring on. Critics are following you
Waiting to ruin our reputation
Your days are better than mine
I wish I was that old picture
Hiding behind the cupboards
