Made a steeple with your fingers
Made a cradle with a piece of string
Made a wigwam, made a treehouse
Made a game of everything
But when you, when you grew up
You grew up and forgot what's real
What's precious, not precocious
How being in love with life feels
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you stayed for so long?
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you not gone?
Made the girls swoom without thinking
Made this girl begin to wonder why
Made me flowers from crepe paper
I was charmed there for a while
But when you, when you grew up
You grew up and forgot what's true
What's nice, not nauseating
How you once felt how I feel for you
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you stayed for so long?
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you not gone?
Made a cradle with a piece of string
Made a wigwam, made a treehouse
Made a game of everything
But when you, when you grew up
You grew up and forgot what's real
What's precious, not precocious
How being in love with life feels
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you stayed for so long?
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you not gone?
Made the girls swoom without thinking
Made this girl begin to wonder why
Made me flowers from crepe paper
I was charmed there for a while
But when you, when you grew up
You grew up and forgot what's true
What's nice, not nauseating
How you once felt how I feel for you
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you stayed for so long?
If I so little deserve you
Then why have you not gone?
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