| Little girl, little girl | |
| Thought you were on your way to school | |
| Little girl, little girl | |
| Thought you were on your way to school | |
| Do you remember? | |
| You went and broke your teacher's rule | |
| Well, I walked by your classroom | |
| I had to take a look | |
| I stopped a while and watched what you | |
| Had written in your book | |
| 'Cause I love ya | |
| An' I don't care, a-what they say | |
| Saw you from my window | |
| Standin' by the big oak tree | |
| I sat an' thought an' wondered, baby | |
| About how it used to be | |
| And miles and miles of golden sand | |
| A-walking, a-talkin', hand in hand | |
| And I've got you, in my soul | |
| I really do believe | |
| I've got you in my soul | |
| Got you | |
| Got you | |
| Got you | |
| I got you, in my soul | |
| In my, a-in my soul | |
| You're so sweet, angel | |
| I got you, a-in my soul | |
| I love you, I need you | |
| Wild child | |
| Oh child | |
| Whoa, child | |
| Oh-oh, child | |
| FADES - | |
| Whoa, child | |
| Whoa, child | |
| Ah-ha | |
| Alright! | |
| Alright | |
| Child |