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My friend says that I’m not a Lady,
Simply ‘cause I’m just a kid. I think she’s wrong; I’m quite grown up. She doesn’t know the littlest bit. I’m looking at my mom’s big mirror, Borried a pretty dress from her. On my feet are granny’s slippers Made from wonderful fake fur. I raided mommy’s make-up box, All pretty colours on my eyes. I thought ‘bout using her earrings But I did not think that wise. I do know that a Lady needs them So worked on that right from the start. I got two pennies and my glue And glued them to my ears, I’m smart! Now, who says I am not a Lady? My dress is way better than Jennie's. Nope, she can’t say anything, ‘sides I have earrings made of pennies!
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