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I was just a little girl |
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Peeking out of my momma's apron strings |
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I was just a little girl |
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But I knew what had to be |
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It would row, it would row |
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It would row all over me |
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I was just a little girl |
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What had to be |
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Easter dresses and choir robes |
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ballet slippers and pierced earlobes |
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I was just a little girl |
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But I knew the ways of this world |
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County fairs and church's bazarres |
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Swimming pools and muscle cars |
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I was nothing but a girl |
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But I knew the ways of the world |
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In the years peeled away |
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Like pages and pages of a novel |
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Grown men powerful men |
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They will fall at my feet to grovel |
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And they'll row, they will row |
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they will row all over me |
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But I am not a little girl |
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And I know, what has to be |