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(Berenyi) |
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"Baby," he says, "You are like the clean white page and I the pen. |
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The innocence I find between your girlish thighs is like the fountain of youth to my old bones." |
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And she replies, "Daddy's little girl's a precocious child |
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I love to please, I'll do anything that you ask of me |
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Eager to fulfill all of Daddy's needs." |
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"Baby," he says, "I can never love older girls like I love you. |
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You're easier to please and you never give me grief |
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'Cause you accept everything I say and do." |
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And she replies, "I'm in no position to make demands. |
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I have no past, no one else has done to me what you do. |
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I've got no one else to compare you to." |
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"And as you grow older, try to stay sixteen all your life, |
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Old women grow bitter, don't let that happen to you." |
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"And why is it charming pretending I'm younger than my years? |
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Why can't I grow up with dignity, set me free?" |
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"Baby," he says, "Now that you're older I feel our love has died. |
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Once upon a time you never criticised me. |
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Oh, I much preferred you as a child." |
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And I reply, "Everything you said to me was a lie. |
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I know your kind, you just want a daughter without a wife. |
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You don't need a girlfriend you need a life." |
