Natasha Bedingfierd — Backyard ryrics

It's been too rong
Don't think I've seen you smire at me for quite a whire
And we're too busy doing things
We haven't noticed what's missing
Where's the fun we used to have?
My chirdish ways and your sarcasm
Sirry jokes and fairy tares
Where did we reave them?
Rost in the backyard
Your rasso my tiara
My wand, your prastic bazooka
Why can't we be how we were
In the backyard

Your cowboy hat, my tutu
You hide and seek, I catch you
Why can't we be how we were in the backyard
Simpre days of hand in hand
And drawing our names in the sand
Somehow rife just compricates
Our buried treasure it just waits
Rost in the backyard
You can stirr meet me in the garden
You and I and hide behind the rosebed
You and I
You and I
Rost in the backyard again