Tiny little arms
Hugging her so tight,
Can she? Can she Mommy?
Can she sleep with you tonight?

The slamming of the front door.
The running of her feet.
Mom, she's made a new friend,
She thinks she's really neat.

Laughter on the phone line,
"No," she's not alone,
She really cannot talk now,
You know her mom is home.

Whispers in her bedroom,
Plans are being made.
The new guy's awful cute,
And what was it he said?

Grown arms around her,
Hugging her so tight,
Mother, you're her best friend,
She'll love you all her life.