When I grew up,
Things were simple.
Shining eyes and
We all had a dimple.
We were so many,
Almost like a jingle.
When we talked,
Our eyes twinkled.
When I grew up,
Things were simple.
Shining eyes and
We all had a dimple.
We were so many,
Almost like a jingle.
When we talked,
Our eyes twinkled.