Where Have The Days Gone
I remember sitting in my daddy's lap
But I'm too old now
I would break his legs if I sat on him
I'm not his little girl in my eyes
In his eyes I will always be
When I look in a mirror
I see a young woman
That is maturing
And ready to take on the world
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