| Pamela, Pamela remember the days
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| Of inkwells and apples and books and school plays
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| Where little Brer Rabbit kissed Pooh in the wood
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| And Fluff was the cat that sat on the rug
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| Oh, Pamela I remember so well
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| When Laurel and Hardy were shown at the flicks
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| With sticky red lollies on splintery sticks
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| Pigtails and ribbons and crushes on miss
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| Secret discussions about a first kiss
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| But you were young and everything was new
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| Impatient to do things you couldn’t do
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| Oh, Pamela, Pamela you started to grow
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| Answers to questions you wanted to know
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| When the rest of your childhood forgets as a dream
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| And the harshness of life dims those peaches and cream
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| When Laurel and Hardy were shown at the flicks
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| With sticky red lollies on splintery sticks
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| Pigtails and ribbons and crushes on miss
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| Secret discussions about a first kiss
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| But you were young and everything was new
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| Impatient to do things you couldn’t do |