i often think of younger days
a boy a girl and backyard play
i’d get hurt you’d get your way
and they called it kid stuff
i know it mattered little then
the childish games you’d always win
now the stakes are higher
and it’s no longer kid stuff
kid stuff when i was little
was sitting in the middle
of a cotton candy world
but now my heart is saying
this is no game we’re playing
for i can see i’m losing you
to another world
i remember very well
plan we made by a wishing well
and secret stuff we couldn’t tell
ain’t that just like kid stuff
and i always thought
that you’d be mine
at least until the end of time
i wore your ring that cost a dime
happiness is kid stuff
repeat
i’m losing you
to another world
Artist: Barbara Fairchild
Year: 1973
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 77