| Judy’s in the sandbox
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| With gravel in her shoes
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| She’s playing in the spotlight
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| Melts sugar with that pose
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| And everywhere that Judy is
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| Her lamb is sure to go
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| He watches how she lifts her dress
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| And spins into a spell
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| Ha-a-hoo, he takes a breath, and pulls her in
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| And shuts her out, and waits to hold her hand
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| Ha-a-hoo, he looks around and feels her curls
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| Across his frozen cheek, too close to touch
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| Judy’s in the sandbox
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| Baking cakes against the sun
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| He walks across the playground
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| She scolds him with a frown
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| She turns her back to tease him
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| Then she laughs beyond control
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| He wipes his brow and steps inside
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| To play within the rules
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| Ha-a-hoo, he takes a breath, and pulls her in
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| And shuts her out, and waits to hold her hand
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| Ha-a-hoo, he looks around and feels her curls
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| Across his frozen cheek, too close to touch
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| He takes a breath (look around, look around, he can hardly breathe)
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| And pulls her in (look around, look around, he can hardly move)
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| And shuts her out (look around, look around, feel him closing in)
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| And waits to hold her hand…
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| And waits to hold her hand
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| La-da-da-da-da… |