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When I was a tiny child
My mother said I was quite wild
I loved to play with all my toys
And shared them with the other
But when they made me mad, you see
I had to treat them severely
Because they had no right to do
The things to me they'd do to you.
I was a special child, you know
A beauty from my head to toe
My hair was shiny, wavy too
My eyes were dark not icky blue
My father was a man of men
He bought and sold the lot of them
His money he was very proud of
His conquests he spoke very loud of
And I was raised to do my part
Although it broke my very heart
And I would give it all away
If only Eve were mine today.
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