Don't call me a woman,
That's not what I want to be
And no, I'm not a guy, it's just that
'Woman' isn't me.
You tell me I'm a woman now,
You say I'm all grown up
You tell me I'm a big girl now
And forget about my thoughts
I want to stay a child,
I don't want to grow old
I want to stay silly, and simple, and young,
I want to keep my wild-ish soul.
You tell me I'm a woman now
You say I'm all grown up
You tell me I'm a big girl now,
And forget about my thoughts
Haven't you seen me having a blast?
Haven't you seen me play?
Haven't you seen my baby-faced smile
That lights up the whole damn day?
Haven't you seen me with my friends?
Haven't you seen us laugh?
Haven't you seen us running around,
Not even giving a crap?
So don't call me a woman
When you know it isn't true
I may be mature, but I'm just as crazy
As the child inside of you.
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