| Momma had two girls, pretty little angels
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| Bows & dresses and sunday school
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| Along came the baby, oh lord save me
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| Must’ve been born 'neath an angry moon
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| Oh momma cried 'what did i do?'
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| She didn’t like playin with baby dolls
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| She didn’t play nice with the other girls
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| She grew lean, she grew tall
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| Racin round the town like a cannonball
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| Oh daddy yelled 'girl, get back to school'
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| Many hearts will fall
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| She’ll take your number but never call
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| And when she flies she’s beautiful
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| Cause you can’t hold onto a cannonball
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| She don’t drink tea, no, with the ladies
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| She’s down at the creek where the boys go wild
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| Raisin hell and drivin them crazy
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| Beingin love just ain’t her style
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| Oh the preacher cried 'lord how I’ve tried'
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| Many hearts will fall
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| She’ll take your number but never call
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| And when she flies she’s beautiful
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| Cause you can’t hold onto a cannonball
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| When the rooster starts to crow
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| Shell be up, she’ll be gone
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| You’ve been told and you’ve been warned
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| You can’t hold onto a cannonball
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| Any hearts will fall
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| She’ll take your number but never call
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| When she flies she’s beautiful
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| Cos you can’t hold onto a cannonball
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| Can’t hold on
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| Can’t hold onto a cannonball
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| Brooke McClymont/Erin Sherlock |