There's a girl I know
Who has scripts to unfurl
And to watch her grow
Is a joy unmatched in this world
Silly Milli is a bit of a clumsy mess
Silly Milli's wearing jeans under her dress
Silly Milli has a world of fantasies inside her head
Silly Milli's always singing around the field
Silly Milli drinks a glass of milk with her meal
Silly Milli is a connoisseur of the finer things in life
Like pb&j sandwiches
Cut in wide isosceles
And tiny braids of hair
Finished off with shiny beads
And pink and purple stripes across
The walls inside her house
And brushing out the tassels
Of the rug under the couch
There's a girl I see
Who cries about her mistakes
And I hope she believes
That everything is okay
Silly Milli knows she's done nothing wrong
Silly Milli has been learning all along
Silly Milli's in a world of lovely friends that make her strong
Silly Milli wears the shoes that make her feel tall
Silly Milli keeps her apple clean while she crawls
Silly Milli likes to watch her twirling skirt until she falls
Silly Milli sneaks butter out of the fridge
Silly Milli casts spells 'cause she's a witch
Silly Milli eats brown bread with Nutella
Silly Milli has a secret and she'll tell ya
Silly Milli never practices violin
Silly Milli is comfortable in her skin
Silly Milli's got rings on every finger
Silly Milli has dreams of being a singer
I wonder… if she'll do it
Silly Milli