Baby, who do you belong to? In your pretty little daisy dress and those jaded wildflower eyes - who do you belong to? You got your birthstone necklace and your polaroid prints, your pack of rhymes and your childish whims. And you'll sail around the world some day, mountains you'll climb and the waters you'll swim. Did your momma teach you how to sing? and your papa preach on you to dream? you'll travel through every kind of snow and storm, but you'll be smiling s'long as your guitar strums in tune. You'll talk to strangers and and make new friends and fall in love from summer to June, but Baby, don't let 'em tell you, who you gotta belong to, you've always only gotta be true to you... J.
