As A Child
by Rod Stewart
As a child
You have a doll
You see this doll
Sitting in her chair
You have a doll
You see this doll
Sitting in her chair
You watch her face
Her knees apart
Her eyes of glass
In a secretive stare
Her knees apart
Her eyes of glass
In a secretive stare
She seems to [X3]
Have a life
Have a life
Pick up a stick
Dig up a crack
Dirt in the street
Becomes a town
Dig up a crack
Dirt in the street
Becomes a town
All of the people
Depend on you
Not to hurt them
Or bang the stick comes down
Depend on you
Not to hurt them
Or bang the stick comes down
And they seem to
They seem to [X2]
Have a life
They seem to [X2]
Have a life
As a child
You see yourself
And wonder why
You can't seem to move
You see yourself
And wonder why
You can't seem to move
Hand on the doorknob
Feel like a thing
One foot on the sidewalk
Too much to prove
Feel like a thing
One foot on the sidewalk
Too much to prove
And you learn to
You learn to [X2]
Have a life
You learn to [X2]
Have a life