You must have heard it all before
You’ve danced alone a hundred times or more
Born on ‘The Island’, raised on the shores of this town
What comes around goes around

Your not a little girl anymore
Your not a little girl...

Momma said you’d meet a man someday
Grandma said you’d know it right away
Church bells ring in dreams you can’t ignore
It’s everything you’ve been told

Your not a little girl anymore
Your not a little girl...

On the vinyl of a ruby red Cutlas
Stand her favorite dashboard saints
Just a reminder of where she is going
And where she’s been
A little exercise in prayer and patience
The dashboard saints were always there

There are so many little boys in town
Won’t get no peace till the right one comes around
Conquistadora, in heals and tight blue jeans
You got the way, you got the means

Your not a little girl anymore
Your not a little girl...
Your not a little girl anymore
Your not a little girl...