“Temple Beautiful”

Little Girl, Little Boy (LYRICS)

Little girl, little girl, life's no fairy tale

Doctors get diseases

Criminals make bail

Little girl, little girl

Little boy, little boy, tell me something I don't know

What makes a lamp a Tiffany

What makes the flower grow

Little boy, little boy

Little boy, little boy, can you play the violin

My daddy's got a string quartet

and my heart belongs to him

Little boy, little boy

Little girl, little girl, I can tune a baby grand

My heart it sings a symphony

I'm a one-man marching band

Little girl, little girl

Little boy, Little girl

Little girl, Little boy

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