Newspaper clippings 

All over your bedroom floor 

And there's pictures of you since you were a girl 

Since you were a girl of four 

You're a child star 

They ordained you 

You're a child star 

At that time that was right 

But you're thirty-four today 

You gotta stop, stop acting like a child



Been such a long time baby 

Since you were knee high 

And you're much too old for pampering 

And you're much too young to die 

Much too old for lollipops 

And not old enough for lies 

You're a grown woman, stop acting 

Acting like a child



Box of heavy tablets 

Lying by your bed 

And there's sadness clogging up your memories 

They block your head 

You're playing games, games with nature 

Games you can't afford to lose 

How can you find out who you are 

Surrounded by the blues