You've gone and stole my heart and made it your own You've stole my heart and made it your own Hey little girl you might not know this song This is not the kind of song that you can sing along to Hey little girl Maybe some day Least that's what all the

If I don't go crazy I don't want you to cry no more I didn't have but one say stay You see a little girl they call Louise McGhee Please do me a favor and shake her little hand for me I said if you see a little girl her name, Louise McGhee

How about you? When a girl meets boy Life can be a joy But the note they end on Will depend on Little pleasures they will share So let us compare I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?

Ooh, she may be weary And young girls, they do get wearied Wearing that same old shaggy dress, yeah But when she gets weary Try a little tenderness, yeah, yeah You know she's waiting Just anticipating The thing that she'll never, never, never, never

Oh oh oh, I'm on fire Hey little girl, is your daddy home? Did he go and leave you all alone? I got a bad desire Tell me now, baby, is he good to you? Can do to you the things that I can't do? I can take you higher Sometimes it's like someone took a

Hey, little rich girl where did you go wrong? You left for London, when you were nineteen I bought you a fur coat when you were fifteen You wore it to the disco, where everyone was in jeans But you were just a rich girl, and only having fun Your worn out

Little boys and girls, they all love me Come sit on the lap of I-see-E And let me tell ya a story or two About a punk-ass nigga I knew Named Jack, he wasn't that nimble, wasn't that quick Jumped over the candlestick and burnt his dick Ran up the street

Oh, she's a little runaway Daddy's girl learned fast All those things he couldn't say Ooh, she's a little runaway No one heard a single word you said They should have seen it in your eyes On the street where you live girls talk about their social lives

I got a girl crush Hate to admit it but I got a heart rush I want to taste her lips Yeah, 'cause they taste like you I want to drown myself In a bottle of her perfume I want her long blonde hair I want her magic touch

From three little girls Cause all my world's sad and weary My three little girls When this world got you feelin' low I don't need nowhere else to go Cause I get all the love I need They're in the garden collectin' snails On the bed read fairy tales I get