Brown boxes stacked in a row, ten nights to go
I lay on the oak-wooden floor, so I can hear them below
Pack up the last few frames of smiling faces
This big white room doesn't hold me now
Mother will sing the songs we used to know
And my Father says it's time to let go
Believe me, I'm ready
I was always meant to grow
Believe me, I'm ready
For I have always know
I'm taking the next step
That leads me to my silver screen
I'm flying, but I'll always be your little girl
I'm flying, but I'll always be your little girl
Brown boxes stacked in a row, hope this feels like home
The other side of the night, but we see the same sky
Mother keep singing the songs we used to know
And Father I'll make you proud wherever I will go
Believe me, I'm ready
I was always meant to grow
Believe me, I'm ready
For I have always know
I'm taking the next step
That leads me to my silver screen
I'm flying, but I'll always be your little girl
I'm flying, but I'll always be your little girl
Oh, Oh (Believe me, I'm ready)
Believe me, I'm ready
I was always meant to grow
Believe me, I'm ready
For I have always know
I'm taking the next step
That leads me to my silver screen
I'm flying, but I'll always be your little girl
I'm flying, but I'll always be your little girl
I'm flying, but I'll always be your little girl
Brown boxes stacked in a row, ten nights to go