Annie: Little Girls

Little Girls, little girls.
Everywhere i turn, i can see them.
Little girls, little girls.

Night and day i eat sleep and breathe them.
I'm an ordinary woman with feelings.
I'd like a man to nibble on my ear.
But i'll admit.
No man has bit.
So how come i'm the mother of the year?

Little cheeks, little cheeks.
Everything around me is little.
If i ring little necks, surely i would get an aquital.

Some women are dripping with diamonds.
Some women are dripping with pearls.
Lucky me, lucky me.
Look at what i'm dripping with.

Little girls!
How i hate little shoes, little socks, and each little bloomer.
I'd of cracked years ago if it weren't for my sense of humour.
Some day i'll step on their freckles.
Some night i'll straighten their curls.
Send the flood.
Send the flu.
Anything that you can do to little girls.
Someday i'll land in the nuthouse.
With all the nuts and the squirrels.
There i'll stay tucked away till the prohibition of little girls.