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As I was walking down third avenue |
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as I was feeling too much like a woman |
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as my back rose strong and straight |
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as a thought popped up I stopped |
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looked around |
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myself |
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to remember the size of this world |
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to remember I just want to be |
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Daddy's, Daddy's little girl |
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If only you could see his hands |
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if only you could know the corner of his arms |
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if only you could hear his voice when he said; |
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if there were only you and me |
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you little girl, you little girl |
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If only there were only us |
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and I would never grow up |
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if only I could hear that voice again |
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I'd stay the same |
