“”“”
Little
Girl© 1996 “”“”
By Gabe Berry
I
met a Little Girl the other day.
She stole my heart and went out to play.
Out to play, she was out to play. Out to
play, she was out to play.
Met her at the lake she was my girl. I
looked away, she's just a Little Girl.
Little
Girl, she's was my Little Girl. Little Girl, she's just a girl.
I
wish that she were mine.
Hugs
and Kisses all the time.
Dream
about it all the time.
Well
I know that, she can't be mine.
Look'
in at her face with a little smile. So
darn pretty want to hold her a while.
Little
while, just a little while. Little
while, hold her a while.
Well
I might be crazy but I don't care. If
she walked away I'd follow, anywhere.
Anywhere
I follow anywhere. Anywhere I just
don't care.
I
wish that she were mine.
Hugs
and Kisses all the time.
Dream
about it all the time.
Well
I know that, she can't be mine.
(Instrumental
Break)
I
met a Little Girl the other day.
She
stole my heart and went out to play.
Out to play, she was out to play. Out to
play, she was out to play.
I
wish that she were mine.
Hugs
and Kisses all the time.
Dream
about it all the time.
Well
I know that, she can't be mine.
Little
Girl
Little
Girl
Little
Girl
Copyright
Gabe Berry 1996