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We're just two little girls from Little Rock. |
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We lived on the wrong side of the tracks. |
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But the gentlemen friends who used to call, |
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they never did seem to mind at all. |
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They came to the wrong side of the tracks. |
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Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock, |
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so I up and left the pieces there. |
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Like a little lost lamb I roamed about, |
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I came to New York and I found out |
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that men are the same way everywhere. |
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I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined |
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and I worked at it all around the clock. |
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Now one of these days in my fancy clothes, |
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I'm a going back home and punch the nose |
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of the one who broke my heart (the one who broke my heart) |
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The one who broke my heart in Little Rock, Little Rock, Little Rock...Little Rock |
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I'm just a little girl from Little Rock, |
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a horse used to be my closest pal. |
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Though I never did learn to read or write, |
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I learned about love in the pale moonlight |
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and now I'm an educated gal. |
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I learned an awful lot in Little Rock, |
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and here's some advice I'd like to share: |
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find a gentleman who is shy or bold, |
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or short or tall, or young or old.. |
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as long as the guy's a millionaire! |
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For a kid from the small street I did very well on Wall Street, |
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though I never owned a share of stock. |
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And now that I'm known in the biggest banks, |
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I'm going back home and give my thanks |
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to the one who broke my heart (the one who broke my heart) |
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The one who broke my heart in Little Rock! |
