Lyrics:
girl
You get fed and watered
Makes your hair curl
And when the day draws in
You put on a record
Put on something gentle
And wait for the cows
she's looking like her momma a little more every day.
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and makeup, from ribbons and curls.
Trying her
Have fallen from her curls
Oh, she takes just like a woman
Yes she does
And she makes love just like a woman
Yes she does
And she aches just like
girl
Now that, I want her to be real brown-skinned
With her hair hangin' down in curls
Now, you can tell it to the eagle
You can tell it
Tumbling curls of green by stained glass streaming light
And a yellow colored lampshade used to keep us up all night
And the smile upon your
bean comes to the window
And she listens for a while
Never even blinks her eye, always in a smile
Tosses up her pretty curls and turns to go
Packs
the U.S.A.)
We got the friendly skies (In the U.S.A.)
We got the beautiful girls (In the U.S.A.)
They got the beautiful curls (In the U.S.A.)
We're
in the bed his teen-age queen
Is rocking and rolling and acting obscene
Baby baby...
Baby baby...
And he loves it, he loves it
It curls up his
raving curls
And beauty parlor blondes with credit card eyes
Looking for the chic and the fancy
To buy
He opens up his suitcase
In the continental
a
Charge-A-Plate from R.H. Macy,
Bought a layette, pink and lacy,
Then they had twin baby girls,
Both with dimples, both with curls,
One named Bea,
One named
did laugh
Her lips did sing
Her legs did roll
My soul to bring
Her hair did curl
And her thoughts unfurled
Like birds upon
The wings of spring
Shalott.
His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd;
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow'd
His coal-black curls
When I was a young man courting the girls
I played me a waiting game
If a maid refused me with tossing curls
I'd let the old Earth make a couple
With every golden curl in place, she's as fine as Queen Anne's lace
And know one could ever fault the way she looks tonight
The man standing by
the fight
Look out here come the samurai
Gisha girls with silk and curls
Giggle about this guy
They want to comb his pony tail
Become Mrs. Samurai
curls
Could totally terrify me
If you were to ask
My wife would just laugh
She'd say "I know all about men
How when tough little boys grow up to be
soldier? (yeah)
Ooh-ooh, let's get it on in public, ooh
Don't try to run from me
I'll make your toes curl up and make your body scream
Come take a walk
it up plumed serpent.
Coil it up, wind it out, strike it hot!
Coil it up, my T-bird.
Serpent curl.
T-bird, rule the world.
T-bird, mighty bird.
disturbed
As the boys from home, they all came running
They were making noise, manhandling toys
There's the girls on the block with the nasty curls
You're all ribbons and curls (ooh)
Ooh, what a girl (ooh)
Eyes that sparkle and shine (ooh)
You're sixteen, you're beautiful and you're mine (ooh)
Mine
My baby girl
She's the sweetest in the whole wide world
She wears her hair way up in a curl
Just to show she's my very own baby girl
She says: Daddy
war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from the river
He flashed
use to curl my hair
I got class and integrity
I'm graceful as a Kennedy
I swear
With love to spare, I
Forgive and I forget
I know my age and I
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode;
From underneath his helmet flow’d
His coal-black curls as on he rode,
As he rode down to Camelot.
From the bank and from
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