when i was three feet tall i loved the mall and lived life for myself falling down for laughs your photograph some puppets made of felt watching life in oz thanksgiving eve on grandma s old tv dancing roundabout i d twist and shout for everyone to see impersonality it s leaning hard on me mama s in a shop watching little sister by myself robbed a wishing pond in a fleeting bond vowed to share the wealth scooping up the coins a warning shot from some authority doesn t matter now but i ll shout out loud for everyone to see never got to know you did you ever wonder why now it s nice to know you and i m glad you re doing fine think of all the time lost was it really lost at all now i m so proud of you i d love to tell you all i see listen hard to your reality impersonality it s leaning hard on me