I used to know a pretty girl Who cut
off all her hair The scissors flew among
the curls And curls went everywhere
I gathered up her fallen locks And
carried them away And put them in silver
box And keep them to this day
Song, sing, you birdy with the wing You
perfect circle sun
The grown-ups seem
to make the rules We have all the fun
But now I am in love with you And
I hope that you will stay And to prove
that my love is true I'll throw the curls
away
Song, sing, you birdy with the wing You
perfect circle sun
The grown-ups get
to make the rules We have all the fun |
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