Infant Eyes

D D D D A7 That picture that you drew of me, I want to get it framed, G D Or stick it to the fridge with magnets, that spell out your name. A7 My eyes aren't green, my hair's not black, I only have two hands. G D My head is on my shoulders, and my feet aren't made of sand. Em A But I'll tell you what, it's more like me, Em A A7 Than any... thing I've seen. D A7 If toys could talk, I bet they'd say, they'd never felt so loved, G D The cars with chrome, the bears with bows, forever kissed and hugged. D A7 And I love the way you eat your treats, you save the best till last. G D You ponder to enjoy your chocolates, and never go too fast. Em A And I'll tell you what, I think it's true. Em A A7 G Us grown-ups, should be like you. G A D And think our actions through, and see the world like you do. D A7 G D D A7 G D