Little girl, little girl Thought you were on your way to school Little girl, little girl Thought you were on your way to school Do you remember? You went and broke your teacher's rule Well, I walked by your classroom I had to take a look I stopped a while and watched what you Had written in your book 'Cause I love ya An' I don't care, a-what they say Saw you from my window Standin' by the big oak tree I sat an' thought an' wondered, baby About how it used to be And miles and miles of golden sand A-walking, a-talkin', hand in hand And I've got you, in my soul I really do believe I've got you in my soul Got you Got you Got you I got you, in my soul In my, a-in my soul You're so sweet, angel I got you, a-in my soul I love you, I need you Wild child Oh child Whoa, child Oh-oh, child FADES - Whoa, child Whoa, child Ah-ha Alright! Alright Child
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