Children fly in model planes and ride on old electric trains, play at being musketeers -- that's children's games Then, as time goes by they find they've changed and they've outgrown their mind Now they play with pain and tears -- that's grown-up games. Ooh! To be a child again... Ooh! To think that wild again... Children play Monopoly They want all the property I shot the dice, and now I'm lost at grown-up games I've move from happiness to pain I never wanna play again Inside I just can't stamp the post of grown-up games. Ooh! To be a child again... Ooh! To be allowed to think that wild again... Here am I, just a woman When things got rough I only turned and ran When I was young and things went wrong for me I would always sit and cry on mama's knee -- sweet, sweet mama's knee. If only mama would have stayed Mama's gone, and I'm afraid I'd trade my soul for one more day of childrens' games How long can I live for the past? It hurts, but now I know at last: We're all just little children |: playing grown-up games :|