I wish I could go back to the days when nothing mattered
When no one cared if your pants were torn or tattered
A place where bows and overalls are word
Not midriffs and shorts that are MEANT to be torn
Where you had a best friend named Lucy
And every boy around you had cooties
When you’re 6 years old everything’s great
But when you’re 16 all you’re doing is trying to win a date
I wish I could go back to when jello was so cool
I mean shapes that you played with and ate too
When scrapped knees hurt so bad
But mommy putting a band-aid on it made you so glad
You didn’t worry about clothes or boys
All you cared about were brand new toys
Mac make-up and Chanel brushes who cares
You were stuck on your sugar highs and being a terror
Running and scream, that was a blast
But now all that yelling is a thing of the past
Prim and proper young ladies we must be
No longer may we run around underwear free
I wish I could go back one more time
To be the little girl bouncing in line
With my hair all mess, and a toothless smile
Running around and just being wild
Just let me have one more chance to be free
And I promise I will come back a whole new me
