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Little Girls

MISS HANNIGAN:
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 teeth
Everything around me is little
If I ring little necks
Surely I will get an aquittal


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 have cracked years ago
If it weren't for my
Sense of humor

Some day 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 girls

Some day I'll land in the nuthouse
With all the nuts and the squirrels
There I'll stay, tucked away
'Til the prohibition of
Little girls!

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