Where are you going my little one...little one? Where are you going my baby my own? Turn around and you're two. Turn around and you're four. Turn around a you're a young girl running out of the door.
Where are you going my little one....little one? Where are you going my baby my own? Turn around and you're tiny. Turn around and you're grown. Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of your own.
Somewhere in all her twirling in her tutu my baby girl grew up and is a beautiful woman rocking her own baby. It all happened so fast. Happy 24th birthday bug.
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