Their "Baby girl" but can't they see, I'm not their baby any more.
They'll hold me tight and wont let go
Until the day that I walk out the door.
I'm growing up and finding out, the pressures and tactics of the real world.
They talk to their friends and still call me their beautiful little "baby" girl.
I'm not so innocent and I'm not so young, I'm not so stupid, I am aware.
Things aren't ajust all black and white, there's alot of grey in the middle out there.
Sometimes all I want is the chance to be on my on and learn to grow up.
I'm like a baby bird still in the nest, but the only place that I can look is UP.
