WHEN YOU’RE SEVEN IT GETS COMPLICATED,
VERY COMPLICATED, IT’S AMAZING HOW MORE COMPLICATED
LIFE CAN SOMETIMES BE
EVERYONE EXPECTS ME TO DO JUST ‘BOUT EVERYTHING,
ON MY OWN, BY MYSELF, AND IT REALLY ISN’T FAIR!
EVERYONE EXPECTS ME TO BE WELL BEHAVED AND SMILE AND SAY
“THANK YOU VERY MUCH I’LL HAVE SOME SOUP, MAMM, IF YOU PLEASE.”
AND I REALLY DON’T LIKE SOUP –
NO I DON’T LIKE IT A BIT –
YET MY MOM SAYS I MUST TRY IT EVEN JUST A TEENSY SIP
‘CAUSE I’M SEVEN, IT’S EXPECTED --
YET MY SIS GETS OFF SCOTT FREE!
MY DAD SAYS SHE IS JUST A BABY BUT SHE’S ALMOST THREE!

JUST BECAUSE I CAN TIE MY SHOES
MY FOLKS ‘SPECT ME TO TIE THEM
JUST BECAUSE I CAN READ A BOOK
MY FOLKS ‘SPECT ME TO READ THEM
THEY ACT LIKE I’M SEVENTEEN
BUT I REALLY, REALLY NEED THEM
I’M SEVEN AND I’M VERY GROWN UP

BUT I’M NOT A GROWNUP!
I’M SEVEN AND IT’S DIFFICULT CONVINCING
MOM AND DAD
THAT I’M OLD ENOUGH TO HAVE A POCKET KNIFE – ALL MY OWN
MY BEST FRIEND OMAR’S GOT ONE
OR AT LEAST HE SAYS HE'S GETTING ONE
“I DON’T CARE,” SAYS MY DAD
“MAKES ME NERVOUS,” SAYS MY MOM
“’CAUSE YOU JUST MIGHT HURT YOURSELF --OR YOUR SISTER”
BUT I WON’T!
SO YOU SEE WHAT I PUT UP WITH ‘CAUSE THEY SAY I HAVE TO WAIT FOR AT LEAST ANOTHER YEAR – OH HOW I WISH THAT I WERE EIGHT!

JUST BECAUSE I CAN CLEAN MY ROOM
MY FOLKS ‘SPECT ME TO KEEP IT TIDY
I CAN HANDLE KNIVES AND SPOONS SO
MY FOLKS ‘SPECT ME TO SET THE TABLE
AND THEN WHEN I ASK FOR A HORSE THEY SAY
“SURE… BUT YOU WILL CLEAN THE STABLE.”
I’M SEVEN AND I’M VERY GROWN UP
s BUT I’M THAT GROWN UP

I’M SEVEN AND I TAKE PIANO LESSONS ONCE A WEEK
AND MY FOLKS SAY I MUST PRACTICE ONCE A DAY, WITHOUT FAIL,
AND I HATE, I HATE, TO PRACTICE BUT MY FOLKS SAY I MUST DO IT AND THEY MAKE ME PLAY ARPEGIOS AND SCALES (MANY TIMES)

JUST BECAUSE I GREW BEANS AT SCHOOL
MY FOLKS ‘SPECT ME TO COOK AND TRY THEM
JUST BECAUSE I CAN COMB MY HAIR
MY FOLK ‘SPECT ME TO BRUSH AND PART IT
I OFFERED TO MOW THE LAWN
BUT THEY WON’T EVEN LET ME START IT!
I’M SEVEN AND I’M VERY GROWN UP
BUT …
WHEN YOU’RE THREE OR YOU’RE FOUR
EVERYTHING’S PEACHY
NO RESPONSIBILITIES
ADD A FEW YEARS MORE, THINGS LOOK GOOD
ENDLESS POSSIBILITIES
THEN YOU GET TO MY AGE
THINGS GOES FROM BLACK AND WHITE TO BEIGE
IT GETS COMPLICATED,
VERY COMPLICATED, ‘CAUSE MY PARENTS AND MY TEACHERS ARE ALL ASKING ME FOR
STUFF AND ITS ROUGH AND IT ALL BUILDS UP INSIDE ME AND ALTHOUGH THEY TRY
TO GUIDE ME EVERYTHING POPS OUT INTO A SCREAMING RAGE!!!!
{MOM SAYS} “IT JUST A STAGE”
‘CAUSE I’M SEVEN
IT’S COMPLICATED
I AIN’T EIGHT AND I AINT NINE
IT’S COMPLICATED
ITS NOT THAT I WANT TO WHINE …
IT’S COMPLICATED
THERE ARE JUST SOME THINGS THAT I NEED
IT’S COMPLICATED
LIKE WHY ARE THEY ALWAYS ASKING ME TO READ?
IT’S COMPLICATED
THEY ALWAYS SAY USE YOUR HEAD, LIKE WHAT THAT MEANS
THEY ALWAYS SAY STOP JUMPING ON THE BED
AND I’M LIGHT, I’M ONE OF THE LIGHTEST IN MY CLASS RIGHT NOW…