You tell you you’re here, and here I am Mom.
You grow up you grow up and here you are Dad.
Skin and baby bottles, acne, hair on the chin.
Summer hit, thoroughly sound, heat the first chills.Falling on the Queen of Hearts,take the bait soul mate.
Make a baby girl or boy and flowing water under the bridge.
Open your eyes, suck its thumb, cry his anger,laughter life, dream girls, grow, learn,like others, do otherwise,remember before, imagine the rest and ultimately realize that age does change anything.
The days are increasing and here I am grandmother and galloping life revolves around the world are dancing our feet!