If you were only Robert Young
I'd have been a wife with three kids
Married the man with the highest bid
Who finished his golf
as I was lifting the lid
If you were only Cary Grant,
I'd have grown into a beautiful girl
Wear a face like Vogue's front page,
smiling and bored in my social world
If you were only Clark Gable,
I'd gather my lips into a grin
Stuff the world into a paper cup,
kick it at my whim
But you were only daddy,
so I only was your little girl
Which always seemed all right with me,
you know it seemed all right with me
Mama wasn't very gravel,
she didn't know from enticing a man
Ooh, I grew into the two of you,
don't expect to see what you didn't do
If you were only proper young,
I could have been this cutesy fool
Smash my plastic problems,
some giggles and gaga's would do
No, you weren't Robert John,
you weren't Clark Gable,
you folks weren't rich,
weren't Ivy League,
you didn't wear loafers,
you didn't drive a Cadillac,
I know, oh no, you weren't Robert John.
you