 Iґm really the kind to dazzle and twirl
Have tantrums like silver slanting rain
Walk up to strangers
Parade with my pride
And stride like a lion up
A mad mountainside
So steep, so lovely
Donґt think about the fall
Then suddenly, no warning
No nothing, I`m small
Iґm small
Smaller than anyone, smaller than you
You see, Iґm really the kind
To cower in the corner
And pray that some guy
Will have a kind word to say
Then be tiny in his arms
And be stroked to my heart
And coaxed and caressed
And combed and undressed
Then finally Iґll trust him
Abandon it all
Then suddenly, no warning
No nothing, I`m too tall
Iґm tall, taller than anyone
Taller than boys
Iґm tall, taller than anyone
Taller than you
The pendulum swings both ways
And I lose my equilibrium
I swing so fast inside it's motion
That I become the hum
I become the hum
You see Iґm really the kind
To walk the avenues
And criticize the mannequins
And ogle the jewels
Justify spending the cash
I donґt have
Break resolutions
With a naughty little laugh
Iґm nothing unless
Iґm the belle of the ball
And then suddenly
No warning, no nothing
Iґve got it all, I see it all
I have it all, I have it all
It is, it is, it is, it is
It is, my soul, my soul
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