What used to be precious.

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

she doesn’t want her milk bottle anymore

She struts across the living room

Toting her carefully dressed up dolls

And has tea parties with them over at the corner.

 

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

Her dolls are tucked away in the box

And she’s sitting transfixed in the living room

Eyes glued onto the screen

As the runway fills up with flashing colors and flawless Walkers.

 

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

She tucks herself away in her room

Only comes out for school and for meals

Even then she doesn’t utter a word.

Except to ask for money and permission to leave.

 

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

She’s gone away to college.

She’ll call to tell us she needs something and

Sometimes she’ll come home for the holidays

To tuck herself in her room.

 

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

She’s found herself a new home

So she packs away her old bedroom

Throws out as much as she could

And clears the signs of the years under our roof.

 

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

She’s standing on her own two feet

She doesn’t need our money

And no longer longs for her old room

So we seldom hear her peep.

 

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

She sends her regards now and then.

I’ve racked my brains making excuses

So maybe she’ll make her way here.

If only she’ll make her way here.

 

Mamma’s girl is all grown up now

I wonder where she is.

I hope she eats well and lives well

I hope she laughs and smiles

Maybe one day I’ll hear from her again.