Growing Up

GROWING UP

(Written by Paul Otten)

Head first

Down the halls of shy and awkward

I never would have made it one step

Without somebody like you

We ran

Every attached at the hip

Wreaking our own kind of havoc

Turning lemons into fun

CHORUS:

Joy was the name of the game

Growing up beside you

Living out loud every day

There was always a reason to laugh

Growing up with you

Careless

Short-cutting through the wild abandon

If i was no you were yes

You were the dollars to my sense

If i would whisper you would roar

Roar

CHORUS

We ran

Every day attached at the hip

Every moment telling our tale

Of growing up

Growing up

CHORUS

Ooh growing up

Growing up

Growing up