If only I din grow up
She would still be able to see
She can still carry me in her arms
Stand beside the Christmas tree
And have a picture taken
If only I din grow up
He would still be a plump man
He can still play MJ
Till wee hours
And ask me to keep quiet when he comes home
If only I din grow up
She would still be visiting every weekend
I can still help her to roll her cigarettes
While she sits and fan herself
And smile at me
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