| Spy the little whizzkid, yeah she’s streets ahead
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| On top of the daybreak and the last one to bed
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| Keeps her gizmo under her pillow
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| Little dust devil whipping up a storm
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| Paving the way for dropouts
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| She’s equanimous to the norm
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| Come early evening, well she’s banging off the ceiling
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| And I said, «Come down, I am missing you
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| If these little fingers could paint you into my picture»
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| I said, «Come down, I am missing you
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| If these little fingers could draw you into my picture»
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| Holds the toilet seat around her neck
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| Writes the landlord out another open cheque
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| Come the daybreak, well she’s a self-made
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| And I said, «Come down, I am missing you
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| If these little fingers could paint you into my picture»
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| And I said, «Come down, I am missing you
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| If these little fingers could draw you into my picture
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| They surely would» |