What are little girls made of?
The ingredients are a mystery.
It is more than sugar and spice.
It is more than everything nice.
It is many voices, many lives.
Who live inside this girl of mine.
She can stroll by with her silent gait.
Wide eyes and a pleasant gaze.
The gentlest smile and the softest face.
Rest against my chest with her loving embrace.
Then her fury can rage from so deep inside.
I assume she has set her eyes on the prize.
To send her mother to the edge of her mind.
But there are so many voices, so many lives.
Living inside this girl of mine.
She regains my heart with a treasure handmade.
Placing it on my palm with that pleasant gaze.
Today, this little girl is the source of my pride.
She climbs higher and higher, leaving the big boys behind.
The park is her jungle. She rules like a queen.
You are made of royalty, I do secede.
Rule the world and I promise you, my sweet…
I will feed the ground with your sugar and spice.
I live inside this little girl of mine.