In her own sweet world
Populated by dolls and clowns
And a prince and a big purple bearLives my favorite girl,
Unaware of the worried frowns
That we weary grown ups all wearIn the sun she dances to silent music,
Songs that are spun of gold
Somewhere in her own little headOne day all too soon
She'll grow up and she'll leave her dolls
And her prince and her silly old bear
Songwriters
GENE LEES, BILL EVANSPublished by
Lyrics © T.R.O. INC.
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