Mum I’m A Big Girl Now Mum I’m a big girl now Our little girl cries Fancying herself wise, As she twirls in her pink ribboned dress Ready to impress At the age of five. Mum I’m a big girl now Door slams and patters of hurried feet, she returns from school Oh how Our little girl sobs, she didn’t know girls could be so cruel, They shamed her body and pulled her curly hair She couldn’t find any friends, not anywhere At the age of nine. Mum I’m a big girl now Shirt buttoned, shoes shined, uniform smart as can be But wait “Is that a slither of skin I see?” Her jumper is too tight, her tights too sheer, has she even got a skirt on? Our little girl being taught to cater to someone’s son At the age of thirteen. Mum I’m a big girl now Corrective pastes and powders are slathered And all her courage is gathered, It’s her first party, she’s grown into her looks, they say But they didn’t see Our little girl run everyday At the age of seventeen. Mum I’m a big girl now She’s in her prime, fettered with beauty, she is thrown into the lion’s den The fervent salaciousness of men, Our little girl crosses the street Because he’s a danger she’d rather not meet At the age of twenty-one. Mum I’m a big girl now She’s working, our little girl has got a job! First day, her nervous heart gives a throb, And there he is, that familiar face from the class of twenty-two Same job, who knew? At the age of twenty-five. Mum I’m a big girl now To and from work, she goes through the motions Our little girl is frustrated at missed premotions, And why should he deserve them, when she has more devotion She tells herself one day they’ll see past her emotion. Maybe.
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