You be a good girlYouâll get everything you needIâll give you house whiteIâll provide youâll seeChildren will cheer youGold to touch your feetAnd only laughterItâs the kind that youâll agreeYouâll seeYouâll seeYouâll see out of this black holeFrom sunny days to green treesAnd when you grow up youâll be beautifulYouâll seeNo more diseased petsOr dumpster diving no moreYouâll go home toMilk-chocolate lined floorsAnd weâll all be thereDining in styleIn your house whiteJust hold on for a whileBorn from the jet black ashRisen from the deadYouâll be sleeping on cloudsAnd the moon to rest your headWhen you grow up youâll be beautifulYouâll see