| If I were more like city girls
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| If I were more like city girls
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| If I were more like fancy girls
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| And thanks little bee, think of me
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| Here’s four photographs just for laughs
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| My Miss Shipwreck sinks, yes, she sings
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| My Miss Pitchfork pinch, yes, she pinch
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| My Miss Sidewalk slips, makes a mess, tickle flesh
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| When the night doesn’t want you
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| And the sounds all surround you
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| And the steps to the temple
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| Are the breasts made of puddles
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| And if I were more like city girls
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| If I were more like fancy girls
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| And all my thumbs touch too much |