My Little Girl

She looked so fine

And that brought pleasures to my heart

She was the cutest baby that I've ever seen

I must be mad like a fashion magazine

Thinking, "Why, why do you love me?

And why, why aren't you there

Why oh why do you even think

That you don't care?"

Whooo, yeah, Margaret, stop this crazy machine

Doctor, doctor, doctor,

Retina, help, help

I used to think about her

I'd see her

I'd see her at the store

Would go down to see her

Bought her an eraser

She walked

She walked into the room

Said she wanted to pose nude

WOuldn't let her

In the store, the story booths

Walked around

Kissed her walkin' around there

Yeah, gave her a truck

I love you so much, I love you so much my little girl

I love you so much, I love you so much my little girl

My little girl, oh I love you so much my little girl, yeah

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you

No doubt about it, I love you, o yeah

All through the day you're always on my mind

And I think we'll be together

>From all, for all, all time