Past The Age Of Innocence

Don’t smile and pass me by
I’m not a child of three
It takes no sage to see
I’m past the age of innocence
You may still picture me
Upon my Father’s knee
But if you look, you’ll see
I’m past the age of innocence
I’ve grown some
And like most grown-ups, I’m lonesome
And ready or not
I’ve fallen in love with you
I’ve said it, now I’m done
The rest is up to you
What can a lady do, but wish
And wait for fate to see her through