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The Girl With Legs, Or Why I Started Drinking ©

James M. Smith
Illinois, USA
1969

Go away! It's so unfair!
Go away! It's so unfair!
Standing on the corner just a wee bit high,
Lookin' up, lookin' down, waitin' around
For the girl with legs to come by...

Kathleen! She's got long, brown hair!
Kathleen! She's got that long, brown hair!
And, Lord! She's got legs made long and strong
I just can't help but stare!

Go away! I think I'll cry!
Go away! I just may die!
When she walks by, my heart sighs! My brain fries!
It's no surprise I bug my eyes..
She shows those legs all the way up to her thighs!

Kathleen! She's got long, brown hair!
Kathleen! She's got that long, brown hair!
And, Lord! She's got legs made long and strong
I just can't help but stare!

I started drinkin' to ease my mind.
I gotta quit thinkin' all the time
About legs, ah! But she's so fine
With her turned up nose and her fancy pose
And the way she talks and the way she walks
With a twinkle in her eye and her skirt so high
And her legs! My oh, My!

Kathleen! She's got long, brown hair!
Kathleen! She's got that long, brown hair!
And, Lord! She's got legs made long and strong
I just can't help but stare!



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