| My little girl |
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Text&Musik: Pugh Rogefeldt Copyright Pugh Rogefeldt / Warner-Chappell |
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Stones are glimmering Cars are cold Money buys me teeth of gold Nothing is as sensuous As the kisses from my little girl I´m going wild Over my little girl Never find me a child Such as my little girl She´s a tough - little bit
of a bitch She´s a fine – little bit of a bitch She´s pure – little bit of
a bitch She´s a good little woman My little queen is a bolting machine I – the man in the middle I know Yes I know Something is pulling me up Been living in a riddle This is my last escape Maybe my last escape Could by my last escape Shoes are made for tired feet Tires made to burn the street I was made to sing about The presence of my little girl Mean-minded guy Always asking me why I´m so cheerful and high Like a bird in the sky And I say She´s a tight – little bit of a bitch She´s a tough – little bit of a bitch She´s a nice – little bit of a bitch Well that´s my kind of woman My little queen is a bolting machine I – the man in the middle… Shoes are made for tired feet… My little girl – I´m in love whith my girl… Stones….
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