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My henna-haired gal's all there in coffee-coloured lace, |
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Wearing such a pretty smile upon her face. |
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Her little angel's fluttering around and pulling on her dress, |
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And you know that's the way she like it best. |
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She's a new age mother, she don't take no bull, |
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She don't dig that attitude in school. |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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And if you use a cup in the kitchen, you gotta wash it yourself, |
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When it's clean, put that cup back on that shelf. |
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She don't dig none of that old-fashioned jazz |
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Where women do all the chores, |
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She can think and open all her own doors. |
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She's a new age mother, she don't take no bull, |
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She don't dig that attitude in school. |
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She's a new age mother, she more than a lay, |
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Lindee got a lot to give and say. |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag |
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La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la |
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La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. |
