She can turn the couch into a big space rocket
She digs out grass & beatles from her front pocket
She will grab all the chalk and grate it like it’s cheese
She acts like a child, but she’s always a magician to me.
She can turn her dad into a glamorous queen
And drive me up the wall, hope you’ve never seen
She can go invisible and then buzz like a bee
Oh she acts like a child, but she’s always the winter sun to me.
She can dance to no music
And sing her own tunes
She can bake you a cake and serve it with pink tea
Yes, she acts like a child, but she’s always a cupcake to me.
She can bring down the house with her tiny hands
She can make things fly and not care where they land
She can stand by the sink and turn it into a sea
Oh she acts like a child but she’s always a tornado to me.