From pigtails to wedding veils,
From pinafores to lace,
And in between are the special years
Time never can erase.
From play toys to college boys,
From little girls to wives,
And in between are the special years
You remember all of your life.
The special years are filled with sweet promises and pain,
But love will never taste quite so wonderful again.
So slow up, don't rush to grow up,
You'll be a woman before long.
So stay a while in the special years,
Their magic will soon be gone.
Just stay a while in the special years,
Their magic will soon be gone.
Just stay a while in the special years,
Their magic will soon be gone.