| There’s a little girl
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| In our neighborhood
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| Her name is Charlotte Johnson
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| And she’s really looking good
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| I had to go and see her
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| So I called her on the phone
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| I walked over to her house
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| And this was going on
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| Her brother was on the sofa
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| Eating chocolate pie
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| Her momma was in the kitchen
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| Cutting chicken up to fry
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| Her daddy was in the backyard
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| Rolling up a garden hose
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| I was on the porch with Charlotte
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| Feeling love down to my toes
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| And they were swinging
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| Yeah they were swinging
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| Little Charlotte she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing
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| I can’t believe I’m out here on the front porch in this swing
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| Just a-swinging
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| Now Charlotte’s she’s a darling
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| She’s the apple of my eye
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| And when I’m on the swing with her it
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| She makes me almost high
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| And Charlotte is my lover
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| And she has been since the spring
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| I just can’t believe it started
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| On her front porch in this swing
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| A-just a swinging, just a swinging
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| Little Charlotte she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing
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| I can’t believe I’m out here on the front porch in this swing
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| Just a-swinging
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| Little Charlotte she’s as pretty as the angels when they sing
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| I can’t believe I’m out here on the front porch in this swing
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| Just a-swinging
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| Yeah we were swinging
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| I see him swinging
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| Just swinging |