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Hey little girl only 14 in your high school uniform
Shame little girl, those men with the high class beamers

Hey little girl the world is your oyster
Wait little girl he doesn’t love you; he loves only your innocent youth.

Hey little girl what’s that on your finger
No ring little girl, you are only a passing fling.

Hey little girl tell him your dreams
You are his trophy little girl, pretty smile, pretty face

Hey little girl go live your life
His life is complete little girl, yours hasn’t even begun

Hey little girl its 4 o’clock in the morning
Go home little girl, go home.