Here's a song that I've created,
nothing too sophisticated,
it's a theme that everybody knows.
Not a hilly -billy ballad,
full of sentimental salad,
though you'll think it's silly
My own refrain, child of my brain,
to the people who are baited.
Listen now for hearing how
Do you remember one September afternoon,
I stood with you and listened
And if I go with you on your honeymoon,
Do you recall a cottage small upon a hill,
where every day you had to
And if I'm not mistaken, dear,
sorta kinda looks like me
Who worries till you hurry home
When I'm the girl you give your
I look like the girl, the girl, the girl,
the girl, the girl, girl?
For I'm the girl whose only
Who worries till you hurry home
give your goodnight kisses to