Her eyes are my eyes,
Her hair combs through
Looking exactly like mine looks.
She has that same funny smile,
And she walks with the same grace.
And I want her to stay a while.
 

She always has an opinion.
She can jump higher than me.
Like me, the boys carry her books.
She’s on top of the world,
And I try to protect her,
After all, she is my ‘little’ girl.
 

So it hurts...
When she won’t understand,
And when she leaves in to big ‘a hurry
I ask, who do I think I am?

 
Why can’t I let her go?
Here I am on shifting sand,
When I thought I was a rock
I’m weak as a baby lamb.

 
I realize I need her
More than I thought I could.
I’m always giving advice
Like I know I should.
She’s on the road, now she’s free.
And I know I’ve got to let my baby leave.