Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Harry Chapin
Harry Chapin
Lead Vocals
Paul Leka
Paul Leka
Piano
Irving Spice Strings
Irving Spice Strings
Strings
Dave Kondziela
Dave Kondziela
Background Vocals
Frank Sims
Frank Sims
Background Vocals
George Simms
George Simms
Background Vocals
Don Payne
Don Payne
Bass Guitar
Mike Masters
Mike Masters
Cello
Alan Schwartzberg
Alan Schwartzberg
Drums
Steve Chapin
Steve Chapin
Electric Piano
Ken Smith
Ken Smith
Flute
John Tropea
John Tropea
Electric Guitar
Gene Bianco
Gene Bianco
Harp
Michael Masters
Michael Masters
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sandy Chapin
Sandy Chapin
Composer
Fred Kewley
Fred Kewley
Co-Arranger
Paul Leka
Paul Leka
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Paul Leka
Paul Leka
Producer

Lyrics

There was a time that you curled up In my lap like a child. You'd cling to me smilin' Your eyes wide and wild. Now you slip through my arms, Wave a passing hello. Twist away and toss a kiss Laughin' as you go. You used to say "Read me a story." And, "Sing me songs of love." For you were Princess Paradise On the wings of a dove. Now I chase you and I tease you Tryin' to remake you my own, You just turn away and say, "Please leave me alone." And I'm a tangled up puppet All hangin' in your strings. I'm a butterfly in a spider's web Fluttering my wings. And the more that I keep dancin' And spinning 'round in knots The more I see what used to be And the less of you I've got. You are a drawer full of make-up And rinses and things. You keep changing your moods, Like your earrings and rings. But tonight while we played tag For five minutes in the yard, Just for a moment I caught you off-guard. And I'm a tangled up puppet All hangin' in your strings. I'm a butterfly in a spider's web Fluttering my wings. And the more that I keep dancing And spinning 'round in knots, The more I see what used to be And the less of you I've got. Now you write your secret poems In a room just for your dreams. You don't find time to talk to me About the things you mean, And what I mean is-- I have watched you take shape From a jumble of parts And find the grace and form Of a fine work of art. Hey, you, my brand new woman Newly come into your own, Don't you know That you don't need To grow up all alone.
Writer(s): Harry F. Chapin, Sandy Chapin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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