I walk around in a grown-up's clothesI strike a match with a knowing poseI even go where the big girls goBut I cry as children doYou see me there in some classy placeI'm right at home with my laughing faceI even share in a warm embraceBut I cry as children doWhere are the sweet days, the good daysThe bright days, the true daysThose days when love was newWhere is the first kiss, the sweet kissThe warm kiss when love is a gameChildren play in schoolWhen you go, I'm in love and blueGone is love and the good times tooThen you call and love comes back with youAnd I cry as children do
