Newspaper clippings    All over your bedroom floor    And there's pictures of you since you were a girl    Since you were a girl of four    You're a child star    They ordained you    You're a child star    At that time that was right    But you're thirty-four today    You gotta stop, stop acting like a child      Been such a long time baby    Since you were knee high    And you're much too old for pampering    And you're much too young to die    Much too old for lollipops    And not old enough for lies    You're a grown woman, stop acting    Acting like a child      Box of heavy tablets    Lying by your bed    And there's sadness clogging up your memories    They block your head    You're playing games, games with nature    Games you can't afford to lose    How can you find out who you are    Surrounded by the blues