Lyrics:

Newspaper clippings

All over your bedroom floor

And there's pictures of you since you were a girl

Since you were a girl of four

You're a child star

They ordained you

You're a child star

At that time that was right

But you're thirty-four today

You gotta stop, stop acting like a child



Been such a long time baby

Since you were knee high

And you're much too old for pampering

And you're much too young to die

Much too old for lollipops

And not old enough for lies

You're a grown woman, stop acting

Acting like a child



Box of heavy tablets

Lying by your bed

And there's sadness clogging up your memories

They block your head

You're playing games, games with nature

Games you can't afford to lose

How can you find out who you are

Surrounded by the blues