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