Little girl, wearing her white slip,what she hopes for is in that pic.
Staring at her image in the mirror,
I now see the dreams of her.
Looking at her own charm, see the way she poses her arms.
How do I get boys to look at me that way?
This is something she might say.
Little girl, why do you wish to grow up so fast,
Throw out your baby doll, and put on lipstick, even though you are so small?
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, my charm will better, or I will fall.
Girl at the Mirror, Saturday Evening Post.
Makeup and boys is what she now loves the most.
Little girl looks around, doubtful of her looks.
Little girl, wearing her white slip, what she hopes for is in that pic.