Letra de 'Grow Up' de Baylee Littrell

Ever since I met you I been feelin’ crazy things
Callin’ you my baby makes me younger by the day (yeah)
Saturday mornin’ Nintendo (hahaha), flyin’ my arm out the window
Like I’m livin’ on sweets now, on a rope swing-swingin’ from a tree house (woo)

You’re the kinda girl that makes a boy not wanna grow up
No matter how old we get, never get soul-kissin’ on those lips
You’re the kinda woman takes a man right back to sixteen
Six-pack with a fake ID, homecomin’ queen in a shotgun seat
You’re the kinda girl that makes a boy not wanna grow up

Grow up, grow up, grow up, no
Grow up, no

Whatcha say we grab a paddleboard and hit the lake
Make everybody say that we don’t ever act our age, like
L.A. get light up shoes, Saved By the Bell and some Scooby-Doos
Make me wanna dust off amagos and you can ride that handle bar girl if you want to

You’re the kinda girl that makes a boy not wanna grow up
No matter how old we get, never get soul-kissin’ on those lips
You’re the kinda woman takes a man right back to sixteen
Six-pack with a fake ID, homecomin’ queen in a shotgun seat
You’re the kinda girl that makes a boy not wanna grow up

Oh, yeah
Like I’m gonna write you love letters
You know I’m gonna take you back to third grade

You’re the kinda girl that makes a boy not wanna grow up
No matter how old we get, never get soul-kissin’ on those lips
You’re the kinda woman takes a man right back to sixteen
Six-pack with a fake ID, homecomin’ queen in a shotgun seat
You’re the kinda girl that makes a boy not wanna grow up
Your love keeps me younger, ain’t never, ain’t never growin’ up girl

(You’re the kinda woman takes a man right back to sixteen)

Grow up, grow up, grow up, no

(Six-pack with a fake ID, homecomin’ queen in a shotgun seat)

Grow up, no