| We’re just two little girls from Little Rock
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| We lived on the wrong side of the tracks
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| But the gentlemen friends who used to call
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| They never did seem to mind at all
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| They came to the wrong side of the tracks
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| Then someone broke my heart in Little Rock
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| So I up and left the pieces there
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| Like a little lost lamb I roamed about
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| I came to New York and I found out
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| That men are the same way everywhere
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| I was young and determined to be wined and dined and ermined
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| And I worked at it all around the clock
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| Now one of these days in my fancy clothes
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| I’m going back home and punch the nose
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| Of the one who broke my heart in Little Rock, Little Rock!
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| I’m just a little girl from Little Rock
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| A horse used to be my closest pal
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| Though I never did learn to read or write
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| I learnt about love in the pale moonlight
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| And now I’m an educated gal
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| I learnt an awful lot in Little Rock
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| And here’s some advice I’d like to share:
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| Find a gentleman who is shy or bold
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| Or short or tall, or young or old.
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| As long as the guy’s a millionaire!
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| For a kid from the wrong street I did very well on Wall Street
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| Though I never owned a share of stock
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| And now that I’m known in the biggest banks
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| I’m going back home and give my thanks
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| To the one who broke my heart in Little Rock! |