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She's got the mind of a child |
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And a body peaking over the hill |
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Well, she would if she could |
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And she should but nobody will |
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With her nails painted red |
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And her hair so unnaturally curled |
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Well i think that she may be |
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The oldest baby in the world |
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She's tasted the night life |
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But it's left her with nothing but hunger |
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And all the available men |
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Seem to think that they want something younger |
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But youth is a costume |
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And the beauty within lies unfurled |
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And i think that she may be |
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The oldest baby in the world |
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Fast horses win races |
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And royal flushes beat aces |
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And everyone's playing to keep |
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So let's turn out the lights |
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And rock that old baby to sleep |
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She loves the sound of the rain |
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But you know she's still afraid of the thunder |
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She keeps a head full of hope |
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And a heart that's so full of wonder |
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She may look like a woman |
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But she's still some daddy's little girl |
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And i think that she may be |
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The oldest baby in the world |
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Yes, i think that she may be |
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The oldest baby in the world |