| Oh, I have a little daughter, and my daughter’s name is Kate
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| And she’s every bit mischievous as a kitten on a skate
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| With a bandage on her forehead and the bruises on her knees
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| You would swear she’d fought with buccaneers on all the seven seas
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| For its up the stairs and down the stairs and in the room and out
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| Like a miniature tornado, she can blow the house about
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| Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
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| And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her
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| Now you might have heard of miracles, you might believe in saints
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| But you’d never believe my Katy when she’s playing with her paints
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| For there’s red upon the window and there’s green upon her face
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| On the wall, In her hair, but on the paper, not a trace
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| When she’s in her room and quiet, and there comes a little calm
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| You develop the sensation that you’re sitting on a bomb
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| Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
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| And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her
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| My Katy loves her games, you know, and thirty times a week
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| I find myself dragooned into a game of hide-and-seek
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| So I found myself in closets, under beds I quietly creep
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| And I wait for thirty minutes till my brain has gone to sleep
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| Yes I sit there in the closet and it seems like half a day
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| Till I find a friend has come to call and Kate’s gone out to play!
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| Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
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| And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her
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| Now, you might have heard of daddies who would dote upon their girls
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| Who get wrapped around their fingers by the tossing of the curls
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| Who respond to hugs and kisses till there’s nothing they wouldn’t do
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| Don’t you ever believe a word if it, it simply isn’t true
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| For I’d only jump the moon for her, I’d only jump the sea
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| For the hugs I get to give her and the kisses she gives to me
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| Take an angel with the devil in the twinkling of her eye
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| And that’s my Katy, little lady, and I love her |