Girls .

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Girls

 by Paul McCann

Well there’s so many girls all around ,
like the flowers that grow in the ground ,
I'd like to pick a bunch of my own ,
and bring them back to put in my home .

Small girls , tall girls drive me up the wall .
True girls, blue girls there's love for you all .
Why should good girls keep driving me mad .
Bad girls ,glad girls ,girls I've never had .

There are so many girls all around ,
like the flowers that grow in the ground ,
I'd like to pick a bunch of my own ,
and bring them back to put in my home .

Brown girls, round girls are running around .
Clean girls ,dream girls seen all over town .
Some girls , fun girls ,  break my heart in two .
White girls , bright girls , oh what can I do .

There are so many girls all around ,
like the flowers that grow in the ground ,
I'd like to pick a bunch of my own ,
and bring them back to put in my home .

 Cross girls, boss girls ,I could make you smile .
Straight girls with curls ,why not change your style ?
Plump girls ,dumped girls , stump me  every time .
Try girls to say you'll be mine .

There are so many girls all around ,
like the flowers that grow in the ground ,
I'd like to pick a bunch of my own ,
and bring them back to put in my home

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