I'm seventeen
And I'm nearly eight
I was born too early
And I was born too late
How I wish I was older
I was younger
But we're stuck
The way we are
I colour in pictures
I spin around
I giggle so hard until I fall down
I'm studying hard so that I pass
I now don't have much time to laugh
But it's unfair that you're so tall
What are you kidding? I'd love to be small
You get away with anything cause you're so sweet
You try high heels with small feet
But we're stuck
The way we are
Time goes too (slow) fast
I wish time would (go) go back to the past
I feel too (young) old
But we still have to do what we're told
But we still have to do what we're told
I'm seventeen
And I'm nearly eight
I was born too early
And I was born too late
How I wish I was older
I was younger
I jump on the sofa
I crawl on my knees
I like to eat fish fingers and peas
I have to sit properly now I'm grown
At least you have a mobile phone
But it's unfair, you have a small nose
Yes but I'm pretty sure that it will grow
You get away with anything cause you're so sweet
You try high heels with small feet
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