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
Though I'll admit
No man has bit
So how come I'm the mother of the year?

How I hate little shoes
Little socks and each little bloomer
I'd have cracked years ago
If it weren't for my sense of humor

Some women are drippin' with diamonds
Some women are drippin' with pearls
Lucky me, lucky me
Look at what I'm drippin' with
Little girls

Little cheeks, little teeth
Everything around me is little
If I wring their little necks
Surely I would get an acquittal

Someday I'll step on their freckles
Some night I'll straighten their curls
Send a flood, send the flu
Anything that you can do to little, little, little
Little little litt- Uhm little
Oh 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