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There's a little girl |
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In our neighborhood |
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Her name is |
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Charlotte |
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Johnson And she's really looking good |
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I had to go and see her, |
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So I called her on the phone |
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I walked over to her house, |
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And this was going on |
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Her brother was on the sofa |
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Eating chocolate pie |
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Her momma was in the kitchen |
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Cutting chicken up to fry |
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Her daddy was in the backyard |
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Rolling up a garden hose |
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I was on the porch with |
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Charlotte |
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Feeling love down to my toes |
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And they were swinging |
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Yeah they were swinging |
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Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing |
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I can't believe |
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I'm out here on the front porch in this swing |
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Just a-swinging |
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Now Charlotte's she's a darling, |
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She's the apple of my eye |
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And when I'm on the swing with her it |
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She makes me almost high |
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And Charlotte is my lover |
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And she has been since the spring |
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I just can't believe it started |
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On her front porch in this swing |
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A-just a swinging, just a swinging |
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Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing |
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I can't believe |
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I'm out here on the front porch in this swing |
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Just a-swinging |
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Little Charlotte she's as pretty as the angels when they sing |
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I can't believe |
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I'm out here on the front porch in this swing |
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Just a-swinging |
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Yeah we were swinging |
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I see him swinging |
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Just swinging |
