Emily's Song
Emily's walkin' down the street,
her momma's Guccis on her feet,
looks like a lady, she's already 17,
these days nobody knows what that means...
She knows all the fashions,
that the fascists make her wear,
got to where she enjoys spendin' all night on her hair,
even if no one's comin' over she don't care,
"You never know, you never know, you never know..."
Baby, here's lookin' at you,
isn't that what you want me to do?
They grow up so fast,
they grow up so fast,
someone must be makin' money,
turnin' baby into honey,
kinda makes me feel funny,
they grow up so fast...
All her friends try to outperform,
whatever Emily's got goin' on,
there ain't no room in love or in war,
do they know who they're doin' it for?
Baby, here's lookin' at you,
isn't that just what I'm s'posed to do?
They grow up so fast,
they grow up so fast,
every year that goes by,
they show a little more thigh,
only the TV knows why,
they grow up so fast...
Ooh, what's goin' on?
Oh, is it wrong?
Or some kind of expression?
Crazy obsession?
Emily's walkin' down the street,
she's walkin' right on past me...
Baby, here's lookin' at you,
isn't that just what I paid to do?
They grow up so fast,
they grow up so fast,
these days they dress 'em,
like angels from heaven,
see the looks that they're gettin',
they grow up so fast...
They grow up so fast.
© 2005 Words and Music by M. Murray/T. Roberts