Tell me your troubles.

Sweet little darlin' tell me your troubles.
Soon you'll dream of butterflys and bubbles.
Innocence you will meet.
Just don't trip over your own feet.

Sweet little darlin' let's take a small trip.
We'll fly way, way up high, and I'll give a few tips.
All about life, the good and the bad.

The friends and the foes, and how not to get mad.
The days you want to last forever.
And sweet little darlin', the days you wish were never.

Soon you'll understand the ways of life.
And maybe, sweet little darlin', you'll stop turning to that knife.