I walk around in a grown ups clothes I strike a match with a knowing pose I even go where the big girls go But I cry as children do You see me there in some classy place I'm right at home with my laughing face I even share in a warm embrace But I cry as children do Where are the sweet days, the good days The bright days, the true days Those days when love was new Where is the first kiss, the sweet kiss The warm kiss, when love is a game children play in school When you go, I'm alone and blue Gone is love and the good times too Then you call and love comes back with you And I cry as children do