| She’s a babe
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| Just a babe
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| Still cavorting in her crib
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| Eating breakfast with a bib
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| With her baby teeth
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| And all her baby curls
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| She’s a tot
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| Just a tot
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| Good for bouncing on your knee
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| I am positive that she
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| Doesn’t even know that boys aren’t girls
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| She’s a snip
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| Just a snip
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| Making dreadful baby noise
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| Having fun with all her toys
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| Just a chickadee who needs a mother hen
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| She’s a cub, a papoose
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| You could never turn her loose
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| She’s too infantile to take her from her pen
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| Of course, that weekend in Trouville
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| In spite of all her youthful zeal
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| She was exceedingly polite
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| And on the whole a sheer delight
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| And if it wasn’t joy galore
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| At least not once was she a bore
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| That I recall
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| No, not at all
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| Ah! |
| She’s a child
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| A silly child
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| Adolescent to her toes
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| And good heaven how it shows
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| Sticky thumbs are all the fingers she has got
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| She’s a child
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| A clumsy child
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| She’s as swollen as a grape
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| And she doesn’t have a shape
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| Where her figure ought to be
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| It is not!
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| Just a child
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| A growing child
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| That’s so backward for her years
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| If a boy her age appears
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| I am certain he will never call again!
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| She’s a scamp and a brat
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| Doesn’t know where she is at
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| Unequipped and undesirable to men
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| Of course, I must confess
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| That in that brand new little dress
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| She looked surprisingly mature
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| And had a definite allure
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| It was a shock in fact to me
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| The most amazing shock to see
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| The way it clung
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| On one, so young!
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| She’s a girl
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| A little girl!
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| Getting older, it is true
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| Which is what they always do
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| Till that unexpected hour
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| When they blossom like a flower!
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| Oh no, oh no
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| But… but
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| There’s sweeter music when she speaks
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| Isn’t there?
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| Could I be wrong?
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| Could it be so?
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| Oh where, oh where
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| Did Gigi go?
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| Gigi! |
| Am I a fool without a mind
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| Or have I merely been too blind to realise?
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| Oh Gigi! |
| Why you’ve been growing up before my very eyes
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| Gigi! |
| You’re not at all
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| That funny, awkward little girl, I knew
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| Oh no! |
| Over night there’s been a breathless change in you
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| Chorus Verse:
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| Oh Gigi! |
| While you were trembling on the brink
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| Was I out yonder somewhere blinking at a star?
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| Oh Gigi! |
| Have I been standing up too close
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| Or back too far?
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| When did your sparkle turn to fire?
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| And your warmth become desire?
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| Oh what miracle has made you the way you are?
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| Gigi!
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| Gigi!
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| Gigi!
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| Oh no! |
| I was mad not to have seen the change in you
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| Oh Gigi! |