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YOU LITTLE GIRL
you little girl you've gotten sick
you've felt the rough end of the stick
the smooth and fitted end i hold
allows the swing to be so bold
so pick yourself another place
a place within - no need to race
to distant lands in hope of cover
for when you're true the stick's like rubber
that bounces harmlessly again
you know your place you know your man