| There’s a little girl in our neighborhood,
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| her name is Charlotte Johnson and she’s really lookin’good.
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| He had to go and see her, so he called her on the phone.
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| He walked over to her house and this was going on:
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| Her brother was on the sofa, eatin’chocolate pie,
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| her Mama was in the kitchen cuttin’chicken up to fry.
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| Her daddy was in the backyard rollin’up a garden hose,
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| He was on the porch with Charlotte, feelin’love down to his toes…
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| and they were swinging, 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 he’s out here on her front porch in the swing,
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| just-a-swinging,
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| Now Charlotte she’s a darlin', she’s the apple of my eye,
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| and when I’m on the swing with her it makes me almost high.
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| Charlotte is my lover and she has been since the spring,
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| I just can’t believe it started on the front porch in the swing.
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| Just a swinging, well 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 I’m out here on the front porch in the 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 they’re out here on the front porch in the swing,
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| just-a-swinging. |