| Here’s a little girl playing dress up
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| She’s somewhere under all that lace
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| Standing in her momma’s high heel shoes
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| Gotta lipstick covered face
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| Here’s a little boy on a pony
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| He’s a cowboy all the way
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| Used to pull my hair and make me mad
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| At the Saturday matinee
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| Oh, who’d have thought I’d lose my heart
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| To the same little boy someday?
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| Looking through my old pictures
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| Faded photographs
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| Some of them bring me close to tears
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| Others make me laugh
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| All those old memories
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| They seem to come alive
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| Open up the past again
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| And let me dream inside
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| Here’s my brother with his very first automobile
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| We thought he’d wash the paint away
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| He took a job that took him west, he’s doing very well
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| But we don’t see much of brother these days
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| This is my favorite of my papa
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| He’s all dressed up in his Sunday suit
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| Wide brimmed hat, a watch on a chain
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| I’m gonna tell you the truth
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| It’s a picture of a downright handsome man
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| Caught in the prime of his youth
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| Ooh, who taught him to fly?
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| Ooh, who told years just roll on by?
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| Looking through my old pictures
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| Faded photographs
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| Some of them bring me close to tears
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| And others make me laugh
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| All those old memories
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| They seem to come alive
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| And open up the past again
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| And let me dream inside
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| I’m looking through my old pictures
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| Looking through my old pictures
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| Looking through my old pictures |