He used to be sombody's baby. Someone used to hold him close. And rock him gently. He used to be the light in someone's eyes. He used to matter. He used to matter.
Mama, where's your pretty little girl tonight. Trying to run before she can walk - that's right. She's growing up. She has a young man waiting. She's growing up.
Mamma, where's your pretty little girl tonight?. She's tryin' to run before she can walk, that's right. She's growin' up, she's got a young man waitin'.