| Betty Brown was small and round
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| Red hair had she too
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| From the schoolyard homeward bound
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| As I came passing through
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| I looked at her and she smiled at me
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| Not so pretty but fine for me
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| Didn’t know just what to say
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| So I passed along my way, Betty Brown
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| Betty Brown was homeward bound
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| Betty Brown was on my mind
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| Betty Brown was homeward bound
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| Betty Brown was on my mind
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| Next day I stood tall and brave
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| Waiting for the smile she gave
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| Wishing she would be there soon
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| So we could share the afternoon
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| I waited there from 1 till 3
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| But no Betty Brown could I see
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| Standing by the ice cram stand
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| With a flower in my hand, Betty Brown
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| Betty Brown was homward bound
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| Betty Brown was on my mind
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| Betty Brown was homeward bound
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| Betty Brown was on my mind |