Golden hair, wild, windblown and bright green eyes, large and smiling, these are my Jacey.
Pink dresses, play make-up, always singing, making the words up as she goes, this is my Jacey
Blue jeans, bare feet, scrapes on both knees, this is my Jacey
Broken arm, polish on her toes, a scab on her nose, this is my Jacey
Then first crush, boyfriends, and music no one will ever understand, this is my Jacey
Formal dances, high-school romances, dreams of success, this is my Jacey
Tall and slender, grace and splendor, grown-up, but still tender, this is my Jacey
One young man who wants her hand, I have to say… No! This is MY Jacey!