| My henna-haired gal’s all there in coffee-coloured lace
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| Wearing such a pretty smile upon her face
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| Her little angel’s fluttering around and pulling on her dress
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| And you know that’s the way she like it best
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| She’s a new age mother, she don’t take no bull
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| She don’t dig that attitude in school
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| And if you use a cup in the kitchen, you gotta wash it yourself
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| When it’s clean, put that cup back on that shelf
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| She don’t dig none of that old-fashioned jazz
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| Where women do all the chores
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| She can think and open all her own doors
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| She’s a new age mother, she don’t take no bull
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| She don’t dig that attitude in school
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| She’s a new age mother, she more than a lay
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| Lindee got a lot to give and say
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| Do-do-do-do-do the liberation rag
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| La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
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| La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la |