Naive

Ba da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da mm You're six years old and you can't sit still Scraping your knees up rolling down the hill And you run up to your mom with your big, brown eyes With a smile on your face and excitement in your eyes And you proudly present another mud-pie You're 12 years old and the girls are mean But your mama says, "Baby, you're perfect to me" And you're trying and you're trying to listen and believe her But the demons stare you down when you're looking in the mirror So she hugs you tight and holds you while you cry Ba da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da mm You're 16 now so you know it all Never will admit when you're at fault And your mama says being naïve is not a crime But you wanna grow up so you roll your eyes But she's still there when you realize she's right Ba da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da mm Ba da da da Ba da da da Ba da da da da da da Ba da da da da da da mm