[Verse 1]
Alice spreads the blanket wide, dolls lined up on the grass,
Cherry juice stains the cups, sunshine slipping past.
She’s nine, wears her smile like a badge pinned to her chest,
Calls out with giggles, “Come sit! There’s room for rest.”
[Pre-Chorus]
A hat askew on Teddy’s head, strands tangled in his fleece,
Tiny footsteps patter — a rhythm that won’t cease.
One little babe, steadier now, reaches with a grin,
Grasping for shy fingers, new stories about to begin.
[Chorus]
At Alice’s doll party, laughter spills and bends,
Hats tilted sideways, where the day never ends.
From shaky hands to whispered plans,
Joined by warmth and quiet hands.
Friends gather ‘round, no clock to watch the fun,
A patchwork of moments stitched beneath the sun.
[Verse 2]
They tuck dolls beneath the couch, hiding spots for secret dreams,
Whispered swaps of ribbons, sunlight spilling in golden beams.
One clings to a rattle, eyes bright but still unsure,
Finding courage in the chatter, somewhere safe and pure.
[Pre-Chorus]
Voices dip in gentle echoes, a soft song weaving through,
Crumbs linger by the window sill—trails left askew.
Alice twirls, bright around, her world painted in hues of light,
Every beat a shared heartbeat, clasping friends tight tonight.
[Chorus]
At Alice’s doll party, laughter spills and bends,
Hats tilted sideways, where the day never ends.
From shaky hands to whispered plans,
Joined by warmth and quiet hands.
Friends gather ‘round, no clock to watch the fun,
A patchwork of moments stitched beneath the sun.
[Bridge]
Sunbeam dancers cast long shapes, chasing fleeting beams on cozy floors,
One year’s whispers, nine years’ wide eyes, sailing above open doors.
In the space between laughter’s rise and the soft sigh of a hush,
Adventures spark in spinning dolls, a world born in joyful rush.
[Chorus]
At Alice’s doll party, laughter spills and bends,
Hats tilted sideways, where the day never ends.
From shaky hands to whispered plans,
Joined by warmth and quiet hands.
Friends gather ‘round, no clock to watch the fun,
A patchwork of moments stitched beneath the sun.
[Outro]
When shadows stretch and playtime sighs, Alice gathers up the day,
Crumbs caught in her fingertips but her smile won’t fade away.
Every laugh, every friend, every quiet little hum,
The magic of childhood’s glow — just nine, and just begun.
