| Down this wild street walks
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| Walks a child with no trace
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| Of ever being as young as her sister is A local neighborhood crush the boys would hide out and watch
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| Her hanging washing on the line all the time
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| Chorus:
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| More like a woman she talks like one
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| She was the first girl, she was the first girl
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| To turn the boys on Boys boys
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| Wrapped around her finger
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| So young
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| Making love was only dreaming
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| This girl she’s got another story
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| When they are gone she blows them kisses on the wind
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| At the corner shop half way down the block
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| All the radios pumping to the way she walks
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| Past the fly boy’s art where her name’s engraved
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| Sweet liberty is what it says
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| Chorus
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| The price of puberty’s got
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| A way of showing
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| It doesn’t come in easy stages
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| Her mother’s face in the pot
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| She won’t ever leave it She needs a bell to ring the changes
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| Chorus to fade… |