Both: We’re just two little girls from Littlerock.
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We lived on the wrong sid of the tracks
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But the gentlemen friends who used to call
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they never did seem to mind all
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they came to the wrong side of the tracks
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Marilyn: then someone broke my heart in Littlerock
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So I up and left the pieces there
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Like a little lost lamb I roamed about
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I came to New York and I found out
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Both: that men are the same way everywhere
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I was young and determined
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To be wined, and dined and ermined
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and I worked at it all around the clock
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Jane: Now one of these days in my fancy clothes
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I’m going back home and punch the nose
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Both: of the one who broke my heart
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Marilyn: the one who broke my heart!
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Both: The one who broke my heart in Littlerock, Littlerock, Littlerock,
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Littlerock!
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Marilyn: I learned an awful lot in Littlerock
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and here’s some advice I’d like to share
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find a gentleman who’s shy or bold,
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or short or tall, or young or old…
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Both: as long as the guys a millionaire!
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as a kid from the small street
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I did very well on wallstreet
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though I never owned a share of stock
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and now that I’m known in the biggest banks
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I’m going back home and give my thanks
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to the one who broke my heart
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Marilyn: the one who broke my heart
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Both: the one who broke my heart
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IN LITTLEROCK! |