Do you have sisters I do
Older than me and bigger to
It is horrid being the youngest one
The baby the brat
They never wanted to play when I did
But bossed me about like some kind of kid
Dressing me up in grow ups clothes
And putting war paint all over my nose
I say I hate them because it is true
Does everyone at one time do?
But now I am grown up
And think back to those days
And wonder would i have changed my ways?
But I now cherish the things we did
And remember back then i was just a kid
